The Road Not Taken (remake)

/I shall be telling this with a sigh.../

Memories are like rain,
some drops small, so small that you hardly feel them on your skin,
others falling hard, causing a splash, water gets in your eyes.

It is only with distance that you can ever look back and understand
See what really happened, where it was all determined.
You have a clear vision of the way, of where you chose your path
and the one you left untouched (although it, too, wanted wear..)

You rarely realize when you stand in front of a crossroad,
that the tiny step you take in one direction or another is going to make all the difference.
You shouldn't seal illogic with a kiss, but we do it all the time not knowing the answer.
Who can ever know, and who would ever want to?

But somewhere in all of this
in all the exhilarating confusion of the unknown
wouldn't it be comforting to know that we learnt something from our mistakes?
That we will not end up in that room again,
wondering how a few foreign words can break down all your defences,
how it can feel so right to do something so irrevocably wrong.

Sometimes we take the road less travelled by because it is the less advisable one to take.
And that makes all the difference.


NOTE:
Robert Frost has a slightly different take on The Road not Taken.
A little less egocentric and a lot more beautiful.


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