I suddenly remembered this poem, "The Road Not Taken" by Robert Frost, that someone had once written in their farewell note. I had often come across this poem since that farewell note. Its amazing how some things are stuck to your head. When I first read that poem, I thought to myself, that should be my journey of life. I had always say that I want this life of mine to be meaningful, to accomplish things and to make a difference, no matter how small it is.
From a very self centric decision to now, a decision I made for my loved ones, the only difference I feel nowadays is that I'm at peace with myself and the decision that I had made. I'm no longer angry and thinks that the world owes me anything. I had in actual fact, made a decision as an adult, in consultation with B, and bite the bullet. Yes, it might have been shocking to some, timing wise it wasn't fantastic, but this is probably the best or the stupidest decision I've made. For the first time in my life, I have no backup plan, I have no exit plan, I have zero plan. But what I have is a lot of offers to do a lot of different things. Its amazing how it moves from one thing to another and yet another without realising that there is a market for everything.
Well, after a tumultuous year, I'm going to take a break come year end for 2 months. I'm looking forward to the break. No, I'm not getting married and no, I'm not planning to have kids. What I plan to do is get some freelance work so that I will still have some income (albeit a very big pay cut!), focus on my loved ones and prepare for the first Christmas with B. If someone had asked me 2 years back would I be quitting my job for someone else or anyone else for that matter, the answer would have been a flat out no.
So, with that, I'll be taking a road that I would not have travelled on at all...
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.
