Sunday, August 26, 2007

Blackbird Into the light of the dark black night.

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"At some point, you have to make a decision..." Dr Meredith Grey


I'm flaying around in this abyss. Trapped in the darkness with no source of light.

A paper, I have clutched in my hand. But unable to see even the shadow of my surroundings, how am I to read?

A flicker is all I need. A flicker to give me a glimmer of hope. A silver lining.

And then I see it. In the corner of my eye. A sparkle. Though dim, but suffice.

The words on the paper, faintly visible but yet readable.

Two roads diverged in in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveller, 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 travelled by,
And that has made all the difference.

Robert Frost


In truth, the only regret of leaving the possibility of the road not chosen behind is not being able to complete the journey of the one chosen.

Two roads diverged in a yellow wood, I do not wish to travel both.

So which do I take?

p/s: 'The Road Not Taken' by Robert Frost; one of my favourite poems.

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