Looking back the years of my adolescence, there were many times when I asked myself, 'Why'.
Why did I?
Why didn't I?
What could I have done differently?
How did it turn out this way?
Why me?
Why am I here?
I wished I...
There is always a point in time where we doubt the decisions we make, wishing that we could trace back those steps, take away the pain, blame others for our plight, always wishing that things would be better, because you are young, and you can do anything you set your mind to.
Over time, I've come to realise that those moments were part of a bigger scheme of things, some of which I may never comprehend, only to a time untold.
Regrets? There were many.
Doubt? Fear? Anger? Gripping, to say the least.
But take a step back, reflect and be grateful, because all that matters is now..and accept that what was laid in the past had been planned all along. It was the path to you had to take..and believe that it has been planned all along. You only need to trust that inner voice, and make the most of what you've got, today.
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The Road Not Taken
Robert Frost (1874–1963)
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.