The road not taken and the paths we've shared

Haiz, I'm in one of those nostalgic mood again. Maybe it is because I'm having a short break now, so I have the time to savour past memories. But most probably it is because of a post by my secondary school friend. She posted one of our favourite poems in sec school days. It still remains my favourite today. "The Road not taken" by Robert Frost.(if you want to see it, can look at Wei Ling's blog)

It means so much, to so many of us because, we all have our little regrets. Curiousity. Whenever we make choices. How would things be different if I had done this instead of that. Or how would I be changed? We will always look back to that cross road and wonder where that road not taken might have led us. Beyond the thick covers, we can't see ahead, but we will always imagine how that other path will be different. But the poem means so much to me, also because, it is not just about the paths not taken, but those I've shared with my close friends. Rain and shine, the roads we accompained each other on and the divides which lead us to where we are right now.

I think it is beautiful that whenever I see Frost's poem, I will not just think of the path I have missed, but also the ones I have travelled on. It will always trigger memories of my sec school days. And these memories are so dear to me. Once in a while, we will wonder if the other road might have the better one. I do this too. It is hard to have no regrets in one's life. But whatever I wonder and regret, I know it will never take away things I treasure in the past and the present. Even if I should look back at my life, many years on, I know I will not only have that sigh described by Frost, but also a smile, because of the people I've met along the way. And the experiences which mark my journey as unique. Where-ever the future leads me, I will always look back at the paths in those yellow woods.(I'll think of all of you guys) And I know it will make me glad.