The Road Not Taken

Just thought about this poem when I found a few friends from primary school in Facebook.

We have lost contact for more then 6 years, then they make a "return".

The main reason we got separated was I went to a national-type school, while they went to private schools.

I actually took the entrance exam, passed it, just never did enter school, sad to say.

It was mainly because my dad got me into the one of the best national-type schools in Klang (SMJK Kwang Hua Klang).

Ever since I "re-met" them (if there ever was such a word), the question never ceased to bug me: What would happen if I made that turn?

What would happen if I went to a private school?

Thus, the poem by Robert Frost:

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.

Did the road I take make "all the difference"?

People I never met.

People I never loved.

Things I would never do.

A whole universe opens up!

I would like to meet him.

Me from an alternate universe.

Where he took the path I didn't get to choose.

I would like to meet him.

So many questions to ask him!

"So, how's life?"

"Where are you studying now?"

"Got a girlfriend?"

"Tell me everything."

"Tell me everything."

"Tell me everything..."