The road not taken

Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,

And sorry I could not travel both

And be one travelled, long I stood

And looked down one as far as I could

To where it bent in the undergrowth.

Then took the other, as just as fair,

And having perhaps the better claim,

Because it was grassy and wanted wear;

Though as for that the passing there

Had worn them really about the same.

And both that morning equally lay

In leaves no step had trodden black.

Oh, I kept the first for another day!

Yet knowing how way leads on to way,

I doubted if I should ever come back.

I shall be telling this with a sigh

Somewhere ages and ages hence:

Two roads diverged in a wood, and

I--I took the one less traveled by,

And that has made all the difference.

After reading this poem..

I finally understand how Frost felt.

They say, second chances are always there.

They say, there's always a chance to start everything all over again.

But I say, I say, second chances in life are hard to find.

I say, there's no space and time to start everything all over again.

Whatever it is, I gain strength, courage, and confidence by every experience

I have made a decision and chosen a road to go!! :-)

P/S: For someone who complaint about no photos in my 3rd post..here are the two photos that I took this afternoon just for you..So, stop complaining!!! This two photos are almost the same"_" lazy to pose *slapping myself*