The Road Not Taken

Let me post what Homar sent to me in response to my post Should I or Should I not, which kinda tells my confusion over a certain life-challenging decision I have to make right now. I know he understands what I am feeling right now, especially how I am regretfully intoxicated and exhausted with my current writer job, being in this one for more than three and a half years. I appreciate you, Homar, for getting yourself in my shoes and generating this Robert Frost poem for me to read. You wish it would help me on my decision-making dilemma; and thanks for that because it certainly enlightened me on some things. Although I haven't come up with the right decision as of this moment, I am going to read the poem below over and over until I am in the right direction.

Here, let me share this to you:

The Road Not Taken
(Robert Frost (1874–1963). Mountain Interval. 1920)

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 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.

By the way, I also thank my cousin, Ate Lot, for the inspiring and motivating words you posted on the comment section. Big thanks for that, Ate. I sure am gonna read the comment each time I am getting confused. It certainly helps that we talk from time to time via YM chats. I am forever thankful that you are always there whenever I need you most. God bless always, Ate and Homar!