road not taken

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. 

~robert frost 

familiar with this piece? well, you should.

anyway, at this moment of my life, i feel like i'm standing right in stanza one. surrounded by a number of options for a decision that i have to make. not a very big choices but nevertheless i have to choose. these roads do not just bent in the undergrowth but even i cannot see whether they bends, or remain straight, or come up to a stream, or even a dead end. 

sigh...

which reminds me... if you look at stanza 2 and 4... it's quite irony.. in stanza 2, it's the writer said he took a road, which was just as fair. plus, he mentioned both roads were worn to the same extend. reaching stanza 4, he said he had took the road less traveled. how could he had taken the road that was less traveled when they were equally worn in the first place? 

does his 'telling with a sigh' tells us that he picked the wrong road? so does it mean that individualism is a bad thing? anyhow, this piece is contradicting itself and just describe a scenario. it offers no insight. 

should just bin it then...

wish i could just bin my problems as well