“And I took the road less traveled by and that has made all the difference”
Alas, we have been born into a world where making choices is an everyday chore: the arduous process of picking an outfit, the seismic decision on where to satisfy one’s appetite, white or black, this or that, coffee or tea… the list goes on. Along the lines engraved on our palms are times where we must make pivotal decisions that will alter our destiny, inevitably, and that will make all the difference before our eventual destination.
Two roads diverged in a yellow road, which road shall we take, at times we ask. At the age of 18, we track on the road less travelled, filled with the innocence of life, naivete, I’d say, we want to change the world, as did the generations before us. At the age of 21, we may be economically better off, we want to travel the world and experience different cultures, not necessarily knowing tomorrow, we live on the edge. Trod on, nevertheless. One year to hitting the 30s, the world has whizzed me by and I’m afraid I’d have to settle down and really consider “the next big thing” in my fragile little life.
No longer do I feel as energetic as I did, hopping from tiles to tiles as a child. No longer do I feel the adrenaline of rollercoasters. No longer do I feel the excitement of the sun rising from the east. Instead, all I feel are my feet weighed down like 29 KG dumb bells on each side. I palpitate and feel light-headed from theme parks. I feel nothing as the day gains a new fresh page. Because I know the words that society pens down for me, will be the same the page before. It seems like my book only has three chapters: youth and innocence, adulthood, death.
For a long time, the immortal lines from Robert Frost has been lost in my subconscious, and only recently did it resurface to remind me of my purpose and calling –
I think somewhere along the lines on my palm, I had unknowingly settled down for something far from my dreams and fantasies. I was swayed by the mechanism of society and lost my vision. I no longer dream of flying and drifting like pores off a plant. I dare not! I dream of concrete housing, of a tall large tree too rooted in the ground. It would take much determination, courage, and strength, to uproot this tree.
Two roads diverge in a yellow wood, and I shall be telling this with a sigh, I took the one most traveled by.
Melvin vacillates between writing and teaching in his free-time. He is working on his book aimed to be published in 2019. Currently a contributing writer for ELEMENT Magazine, he began writing for luxury media before working at SPH Magazines. He also has a corporate job at a non-profit international think-tank organization because he knows that writing cannot be his means to an end - not in Singapore anyway.