April 2012: trail at Lake Danao, Camotes Island Cebu
Did you notice that I like capturing trails, streets, walkways, sidewalks and lamps?
These things get to me, whenever I want to think, I look at them and I always remember this poem:
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 marked 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.
Personally, I don’t like taking risks. I always follow the straight path. I never wanted to be wrong or do something “not” normal. I think when I was young someone told me that the person who stays away from all the temptations and do good things, we’ll be blessed. I know I am blessed but the trials, oh, the trial are so life-changing.
now, I am sad, and I’m looking again at this road, blurry, beside this is the lake, the other a mountain route, i think. Where shall I go? I’m asking myself again, which road should i take.