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.

this poem is not here 4 nothing..but it has meanings dat will b able 2 tell my story..bout making decisions between 2 chances n destiny..
there were two hardest events dat i’ve to think so hard bfre making up my mind..1st one when i was in mrsm..to go out or to stay..cuz i remember hating dat damn hell so much..how can u call dat a school?? i really need privacy n A LIFE..so i chosed to go out too and go bak to convent..somewhere i belong.
then, the 2nd tyme was when i had to choose between pharmacy course in cucms or medic course in jakarta..it’s like choosing royalty and poverty..but instead i chosed to b here in jakarta..for medic..and when i came here..unexpected things happen..n i am so grateful to Allah swt 4 giving me chance to c the real Islam n to correct myself..Alhamdullillah.
mostly, i think i’ve chosed the one which is less travelled by..the trodden black path..