Could’ve been. So many could’ve beens. We look down the branching paths that we left behind, wondering what would have happened if we took that instead of this. What if we did this or didn’t do that?
But as we look at the road not taken, it actually doesn’t matter.
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.
~ Robert Frost ‘The Road Not Taken’
Read it carefully and you will realise that it makes no difference at all. (at least that is what I tell myself)
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I cooked pasta at 2am so that my sisters can bring a bento for lunchbox day o_O
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