arriving here once again, at a different place at a different time. but it's the same crossroad. all the signs pointing at something or other. but standing there, one can feel so lost. which way shall i take this time? do i go by my gut feelings? do i go by other ppl's advice of good intentions?
finding myself at the crossroad once again, that same sinking feeling in the pits of my stomach. yet, there is also a slight sense of exhilaration for the unknown, for all the possibilities out there. the adventurous self in me awakens.
standing at the crossroad, dare i go on?
finding myself at the crossroad once again, that same sinking feeling in the pits of my stomach. yet, there is also a slight sense of exhilaration for the unknown, for all the possibilities out there. the adventurous self in me awakens.
standing at the crossroad, dare i go on?
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this reminds me of Robert Frost: 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.
haha, yeah biow. now that u've mentioned, it reminds me of that too! hmm... so should i be like robert frost and take the one less traveled then?
same here... kill me aje laaaa
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