...another countdown, or rather a countup.

this... is in less than seven days... and it's soon gonna be the last of the twenties for me...

i'm thinking... about how i thought i would be at this age... when i was thinking about this ten years ago... did i actually envisioned myself to be who i am today... was i what i imagined myself to be... are my dreams still my dreams... have reality taken over wishful thinking...

there were many things i thought i would have already done but have not... there were also many things that i've done that i didn't think even think of...
there were many areas that i was dissatisfied with... there were also many areas that i was very happy with...
there were many situations in which i wish i could have a chance to relive and relive them differently with different choices... there were also many situations in which i wish i could relive so that i can enjoy them because of the decisions i made...

am i happy now? ...yes definitely
do i have any regrets? ...yes also

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;

Then took the other, 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 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 -