the RIGHT decision..

in the name of ALLAH, The Most GRACIOUS and The Most MERCIFUL...

~THE ROAD NOT TAKEN~

Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, 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.

i never thought i will analyse a poem ever since i was first introduced to it a few years ago..huh.. who knows??

it is just inevitable that we are meant to make decision every single moment in our lives..

meant, or simply- forced to make decision?

well, one of the attractions of the poem is its archetypal dilemma, one that we instantly recognize because each of us encounters it innumerable times, both literally and figuratively.

sometimes, we just could not choose everything that we wanted.we do not know beforehand what we are choosing between.. hmm.. that's just the beauty of freedom to choose."sorry i could not travel both",

is to justify the reality..

just imagine you have two bowl of soups in front of you.one is very salty and the other is less salty. the indicator has been set:

- the less salty one is the right decision.

how would you tell, which one is the right choice without tasting it?? once you've made your choice, only then you'll say,

-"i've made the right decision!!"

or,

-"i'm wrong.."

But the nature of the decision is such that there is no Right Path—just the chosen path and the other path. What are sighed for ages and ages hence are not so much the wrong decisions as the moments of decision themselves—moments that, one atop the other, mark the passing of a life. This is the more primal strain of remorse.

have i made the right choice??

only time will tell...

p/s; i've just made a very big decision in my life..very, very big.. no, i'm not joking..i'm dead serious.