The Road Not Taken

As I was thinking what to blog today, I came across with something I used to learn sometimes ago. A poem from Robert Frost entitled 'The Road Not Taken'. I had been studying it as part of our literature but didn't notice that it actually play a role in our life. Often I had doubt whether I made a wrong choice in choosing culinary art as my profession. Now I am going to continue my journey with more confident. And lets not forget to thanks those who had help and support me all the way, especially unclechow.

THE 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 onto 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 ones less traveled by,

And that has made all the difference.

Robert Frost [1916]