I have finished my final exam today and it symbolizes the end of my 4-years study in Multimedia University. It would be another starting point in my life, and yet the future is full of uncertainties. Just like the poem, "The Road Not Taken", written by , there is no turning back once we decided to take a certain path.

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.

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