“Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both”
This eternal regret of not having travelled both (or more) possible paths is not rare.
It happens with each one of us, at some point in life. Well, more often than not.
You are left wondering, “What if…?”, for all your life.
It’s not a particularly good feeling. This is because we, humans, seek closure in our lives. We do not like hovering in the corridors of uncertainty.
We seek certainty – results – a yes or a no.
You wish to know if you had been any happier, had you ventured down the road not taken. Or had you been sadder?
You want to know for sure if you’ve made a mistake. Not because you can go back on the decisions already made. But, just because you HAVE to know. Anyhow.
There is this persisting fear of having lost out on possible happiness, or on better times.
It is the most unsettling feeling.
Most parts of our lives are one way streets. They are points of no return. You take one road, and your fate is sealed – for the better or for worse.
There’s no going back. There’s no way of knowing, if the past’s been a mistake.
But, perhaps that’s the beauty of life.
There’s peace and solace in not-knowing.
Too much information can be harmful and far more unsettling. There’s so much meaning in uncertainty.
It is good that some facts are concealed.
Else, our lives would be full of regret and “Only ifs”.
It is, therefore, good that we do not know. We do not know what the road not taken had in store for us.
Some things are better left to God. Or, if you do not believe in one, then call it destiny.