So. It finally happened.
And I don’t know what to do. Don’t know what to think. Don’t know how to live.
Sometimes, when Father Fate refuses to help you out, you just have to choose one of the forking paths.
Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
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.
–The Road Not Taken (Robert Frost)
Knowing how way leads on to way, I doubted if I should ever come back.
And so I will choose my path. The road worn down or the path less traveled….. which?
I should make my my decision and walk my path faithfully.
So that ages and ages hence, I shall be telling this without a sigh.