I thought everything was settled and going on as normal as possible. I thought this Sunday was perfect. I thought I could laze around and do nothing at all and spend the Sunday as it was meant to be spent and I am wrong! What was meant to be a day that does not involve math equations, tests, mails etc. turns out to be a complete opposite. The only question that pops in my head is "Why?" It feels as if someone had turned the switch off in your head and you are groping around for it, in the dark to turn it on. Of course, I cannot ask anybody to help me for they either do not know you or they do not know where the switch is. What in the world can one do to come around that situation?

Your heart tells you "go right" and your mind tells you "go left". To whom will you listen to? One asks you to accept who you are and be safe and another tells you to dare and dream. My dad once said that courage was not the absence of fear, rather realising that something is more important than fear. I do fear this state, the state of not knowing what happens next. But this is what I love the most too. I must make a decision. It might be a bad one, but it is mine.


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 marked 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