Yellow Wood

        I looked back at my first post on this blog a year ago, and discovered how my perspectives on certain issues have evolved since then.          First of all, I feel like I have gotten more comfortable with the decision I have made for myself. From someone who consciously avoids posting things that scream suss/ece on my ig, I have grown to discover my increasing desire to share my learning & moments in uni. It sounds like an unusual theory, but I guess such an interaction with ig symbolizes increasing self-acceptance. I also realize that I have started to sound less apologetic and a lot more comfortable and confident when non-suss ppl inquired about my school & course. Although at times, I could not help but feel hurt by the numerous responses that align ece to "babysitting", or it is a "brainless task" HAHA (#fragileheart). Looking back, I've actually gone along with people who remarked that ece is an "easy ...

The Road Not Taken — Robert Frost 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. ___________________________________________           This is a poem that depicts the multifaceted nature of all the decisions we make throughout our lives, and I simply love how it offers me the lenses of bot...