Decision.

Full stop.

I put a remark on that as it always comes at the back of my head. I come to a conclusion that one is not a human if one doesn't have to make a decision. Life is full of surprises and there's no doubt that life creates a hassle, as one has to make up one's mind. But that's the art, rhythm and spices of life. And it's indeed a blessing in disguise.

'The Road Not Taken' written by a renowned American poet, Robert Frost in 1920 has inspired me to be aware of this matter. I realise that all this while, we were forced (and still are) to make our own choices either with or without our conscience. And that can be crucial to most of us.

Have we spent a bit of our time to ponder and give ourselves a moment to think about the consequences that might happen if we opt for another choice rather than the one we've made? Have we ever realised the underlying circumstances that we should face if we were to choose the path that was not taken? Beats me. This is disillusionment but as I've said earlier, there must be concrete reasons for each decision we make. God grants us mind to think and to evaluate every choice that exists. Obviously, it's a lame excuse if somebody says that he or she is incapable of making decision for him/herself.

There's no doubt that we have to weigh up every single option that is presented in front of us. We know that there'll be risk that we have to face. When we come to this, we acknowledge that life itself is a challenge. Then, we must be pretty upbeat about it and dare to embrace the unexpected outcome.

I know that I might sound a bit harsh but admit it… this is reality. Nobody can runaway from being decision-makers. Including me. There'll be some regrets but those are just the gist of it. That's why we call it as decision. Can decision cause chaos? Maybe but it depends on the situation itself. But imagine the things that you might have lost just because you're letting go one of the most precious decisions in your life!

I even experienced this phenomenon myself. During this time of year, I've just made one of the biggest decisions in my life and I've felt the surge of difference. Once I vowed to pursue my vocation without thinking that I'm human and I need constant reminders and sweet thoughts from people who really love me. I was depressed and lost. I started throwing tantrums and became rebellious. I then got poor grades and felt cheated. I fought the love that was building inside me and I'd almost shoved away those who do care for me. But then, reality hit me. I do need them.

Perhaps it is difficult to tame a wild heart. In my case, it is even harder. But the triumph of overcoming the fear of rejection and the victory of being with those who appreciate me and love me are much sweeter. I begin to look at the bright side and be positive about it. Great outcomes are coming my way. I dream for glorious days ahead.

There are too many choices to make and each represents its own agenda. It's up to us to pick the best and be ready to embrace the ending. `Que sera sera, whatever will be, will be… The future's not ours to see… Oh said he, said he… Whatever will be, will be…' So, ignore the mood swings, have faith and believe in your intuitions. Make up your mind and vote for the best. This is the time for us to prove that we're mature enough to put up with the challenge that may surface through the choices that we've made.

I realise that not all of us are taking literature (neither do I but the wonder of literature can be shared all over the world) but those who are taking this, mind you that it is a real benefit for you because I shall end my rambling with the poem itself. Read it and you'll understand what I'm trying to say. When the going gets tough, the tough gets going and that is life. That is a decision.

THE ROAD NOT TAKEN

Two roads diverged in a yellow wood
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveller, long I stood
And I 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 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 travelled by
And that has made the difference

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