Different

At 27, sometimes I think about the things I've done in my life. When I was a second year student in uni, my dad told me after graduation, I'd have to find a teaching/lecturing job, go do my Master's degree, get married and go do my PhD. I choked at that, especially at the 'get married' part' - I was 21, marriage was the LAST thing on my mind! But somehow, when I graduated, I had this idea in mind that my father's plan would fall perfectly in line. Needless to say that it didn't.

Sometimes I look at my friends' lives and feel a pang of jealousy. They have husbands and babies and jobs. Responsibilities, yes, but those that carry meanings in their lives. I still wake up alone every morning and go to bed alone at night. I still leave my room and house messy if I don't feel like cleaning them. I still do stupid and crazy irresponsible stuff. Sure this may seem fun and carefree, but trust me, sometimes it gets boring.

But when I really think about it, my life has always been Robert Frost's 'The Road Not Taken'. When everyone with good PMR results entered the science stream, I did the unthinkable and did arts (gasp!) instead even though I got 7As for my PMR. With my SPM result, I could apply to study Law but instead, applied for English language and literature (and spend my life explaining to people that no, I am NOT an English teacher, I'm a LITERATI). Now, when everyone else is married with a stable job, here I am, still a student. So, another road hardly taken.

10 years from now, I don't want to look back and regret the things I've never done. I want to look back and reminiscent about the things I did in my youth and have wonderful stories of adventures and misadventures to share with my kids. So why do I bother becoming like everyone else and having what they have when it is them who can never have what I have?

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 could become a farmer, but instead, he became a poet. If he had, no one would remember his name and quote the things he said. Who remembers a farmer's name, anyway?

I am different. SO WHAT?