When I was young, the poem “The Road Not Taken” came just like other thousands of poems on the text book. Since it’s a modern foreign poem, it’s required to recite, and I doubt I paid any interest/attention to it. As I grow older, I need to take more and more responsibility/burden of being living, which, from time to time, makes me wonder why I chose the way I am living from the first place, and question the validity of my original decision. At those moments, the last two sentences of that poem would emerge from the deepest corner of my heart, and encourage me to stick to my belief and move on. Let’s echo them again, to hear the call from ancient time:
I took the one less traveled by, And that has made all the difference.