Everything seems so overly confusing now. And there's so much contradiction inside me now. Life seems more and more like a game now. Inevitably, you have to make choices. But the choice that I make, right or wrong, will ultimately decide the future, and make the difference. The game which was once so simple, has evolved into something more complex. Or maybe it's just me. Hadn't there be a more difficult choice for me to decide.

I don't have time to analyse the situation, do research, come up with a graph, and a couple of pie charts. I just have to make a choice, and stop looking back. And go with what comes.

I want to let everything decide on it's own, but it can't.

Can I just make a choice and not look back? It's going to be hard. But that's what I have to do, isn't it? And now I don't think I'm going to make any decisions. I'm going to let whatever come influence my decision until I get a satisfied reason why I choose that particular choice. But some things don't need a reason simpler than three words.

Let it all come. And let it all make me decide. And whichever the road I take, I shall take no time to look back.

Let me loosen this rope. Loosen to the point everything can escape if they want to. And I don't think I will attempt to retrieve them. If it doesn't what to come back, then I won't force it to. If it wants to come back, I'll welcome it back.

I want to become selfless again. No more selfishness. Selfishness only leads to more hurt around. And when I be selfless, there will be no more hurt I cause, other than mine. I will only hurt myself, and that's worth it. I will be the only one hurt, and that's okay with me. I bring joy to hundreds, and only cause one person to be hurt- myself, and that's worth.

My decision lies in your hands.

The Road Not Taken by 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.