The choosen Path

Where could i be now, if i hadn't decided to work? Pursuing studies with my old mates, opened a new boutique with my buddies, lying on bed at home, watching TV while eating Maggie, helping my mother doing the household chores.... the thought of my life draining into these moments. what if i choose to continue study? will the environment be different?

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Ive seen some of friends struggle enough for their life, While i, simply take my days for granted, believing there's always tomorrow.. what if this is the last day? can i framed myself as successful person by that time? For a moment, i regret i did not take the chances as they were there.

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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.

The Road Not Taken by Robert Frost