one of the very first poem I ever learned (not counting all those kiddy ones) would be the road not taken by Robert Frost. I believe it was during my first few literature lessons (ever) in secondary 1.
not an expert in literature, I think on the basic level, it talks about the author choosing the path less travelled and how it has made the difference.
recently, I started thinking about different paths in life too, but not in the same focus as this poem. for me, I grown to realize that sometimes, once you chose a path, the other path is just no longer an option anymore. it's not one of those where you did badly in school when you were young and you still manage to turn your life around later on.
sometimes, even though the path you chose is a deadline, it doesn't mean that you can simply go back and choose the other route. maybe the bushes have grown so tall that the path disappears, maybe a bridge along the other way collapse making it not passable anymore or maybe someone built a really long fence across the area and it is now private property.
guess when things like this happen, one can only find a new path somewhere else.
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