Dreams and paths


"Two roads diverged in a wood, I took the one less traveled by, and that has made all the difference." Decisions, decisions, a decision to take the better road is mine. Every now and then i encounter with conflicting thoughts about choices i made in the past, whether they led me to the right path or not; choices i will make in the future, whether i will regret them or not. But however i choose, i can still stand proud because the decisions will be mine and i would have traveled the path on my own, charting and planning each of my own steps.
Now that i am done with the road of college, what's next? I've been getting advice from friends and family about coming back home, settling down and perhaps becoming part of Mongolia's glorious regeneration.However,i find beauty in waking up in the morning without having any idea of where in the world i'll be in the next couple of months, having no clue of what kind of wonderful people i will meet, feeling the excitement of having unpredictable life.There is so much beauty in running wild freely...

In other words, i am too fly to settle down and too afraid to be caught in mundane routine of everyday life.I wish i had the guts to drop out of college and travel through South America and care for the poor like Che did. Like he said:" Let the world change you and you can change the world." Maybe that is why i refuse to settle down for now. I want the world to change me with all the obstacles and challenges of life and open my eyes for greater things. However,as much as i want to travel freely, give willingly and not be bound by this greedy material world there are always stings to pull back. First, I don't have the disposable wealth to chase all my dreams, and i have responsibilities to give back as a daughter and as a sister. I have to earn for living! ...I guess that's how dreams are killed by life.
But i still dream that my hopes will not be torn apart and my dreams will not be turned to shame.



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 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.

-Robert Frost