Just like what Robert Frost wrote here... (I'm not into literature, but just recalled this poem I studied when I was still schooling)
...and it got me thinking.
Each time you come to a junction, you make a decision. If you were to choose the road on your left, would you turn back to look and wonder what would happen if you had chosen the road on the right?
Which ever road we choose, whether it is long or short, narrow or wide, it would still be the same. There is no straight road without any threats on it. We endure challenges along the way, accompanied by blunders before we reach the end of the road. Whatever the conclusion may be, it all lies in our own hands. No matter how, there's always a way out at the end of the road...just as long as you have faith in yourself. You may not believe in anyone else, but the most important thing is, do you trust and believe in yourself?
To a dear friend, I don't know whether you're reading this or not but I hope what I write here helps. Think of what I told you. Do not give up on yourself. There's always a way out to all problems.
Oops. Do I sound like a grandmother now? Hehe.
...and it got me thinking.
Each time you come to a junction, you make a decision. If you were to choose the road on your left, would you turn back to look and wonder what would happen if you had chosen the road on the right?
Which ever road we choose, whether it is long or short, narrow or wide, it would still be the same. There is no straight road without any threats on it. We endure challenges along the way, accompanied by blunders before we reach the end of the road. Whatever the conclusion may be, it all lies in our own hands. No matter how, there's always a way out at the end of the road...just as long as you have faith in yourself. You may not believe in anyone else, but the most important thing is, do you trust and believe in yourself?
To a dear friend, I don't know whether you're reading this or not but I hope what I write here helps. Think of what I told you. Do not give up on yourself. There's always a way out to all problems.
Oops. Do I sound like a grandmother now? Hehe.
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Stopping By Woods On A Snowy Evening
Whose woods these are I think I know.
His house is in the village though;
He will not see me stopping here
To watch his woods fill up with snow.
My little horse must think it queer
To stop without a farmhouse near
Between the woods and frozen lake
The darkest evening of the year.
He gives his harness bells a shake
To ask if there is some mistake.
The only other sound's the sweep
Of easy wind and downy flake.
The woods are lovely, dark and deep.
But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep,
And miles to go before I sleep.
This is also a Robert Frost poem... and it's my favorite since it's part of a song i like... and in answer to your question, i do believe in myself... i believed in you too... still do... and i was hoping not to travel the road alone... *sigh*.
Oops! This post is written for another friend of mine ler. Keke.
Hmm...doesn't matter coz it seems that the post is a general one that applies to all.
=)
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