The Road Not Taken

Let's just say for the past 2 weeks or so my mind went on a mini-retirement. Sometimes, to have a little pressure is good -in healthy amounts, it can stimulate challenge and a drive for improvement. However, like everything else, an excess in a particular 'something' is aversive: the withdrawal symptom. Perhaps that's what was happening in the past fortnight...in fact, I had such a negative feeling towards even going near the piano that, when Ron asked me to play for him at my lesson, I had to swallow tears into my stomach.

After acknowledging this unhealthy situation, I finally spoke to Ron about it. I'm glad that we both came to a mutual conclusion that the psychology of a musician is very important and fragile...especially for one who is just getting into the groove of things, as one as myself. I shall spend 365 days to pick up my scattered bits and pieces, and hopefully put them together to give a better picture for everyone.

Besides the music...

Cheesecake is pregnant again! I wonder how many she will have this time.

There is not one day I am haunted by the ghost of dentistry. How does one 'get over' this 'breakup' without going a little senile?

I cannot help but stop my mind wondering back 5 years ago, where a poem by Robert Frost solidified in my head as the last parting words of a friend. I will share it with you, and you should think carefully about his words...what was/is this road, for you?

Robert Frost (1874–1963). Mountain Interval. 1920.

1. 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;	5
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,	10
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.	15
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.	20

(Except, in hindsight, I just realised it is full of negative connotations...haha, took me long enough to see that!)