This was taken during my trip to Wicklow, Ireland.
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. |
It's just like this picture and poem. We have choices provided and we can only choose one or plan out. We all go to different ways of life. We choose one path with no regrets.
Our summer semester course going to end in 2 weeks time. Time really pass by so fast. I'm sure miss the wonderful moments with my friends in UK.
My story and experience in UK shall be said
.....
right after I finish 2 assignments and 1 exam. XD
Now, I have my own space to think because I have a lot of thoughts that I think about lately. Guess what is it?
Till then.
Cheers.
-lu yin-