The Road Not Taken

每当在现实与理想之间挣扎的时候，总会想起这首诗。

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, 1916

眼前的两条路，一条在大部分人眼里看来康庄大道，舒适平坦；另一条坎坷崎岖，暗淡灰暗。
在路口徘徊了很多年。今天，终于选择了那条多数人不会选的路。
学习着适应，以后一个人走的孤独，辛酸。
我要勇敢一点。我要勇敢一点。