The Road Not Taken..

Life almost always gives you two choices. Somethings you love about the first choice and some things about the other. But we are made to choose one, its hard to leave one, to leave what you could have on that road, you aren't even certain where the road you choose will lead you to yet you are made to choose.

I closed my eyes and let the tears wet my pillow. I had no idea as to why the hell did I cry, was I grieving at the loss of the choice I hadn't made or was I wanting to hold on to both of my roads, pause life and not have to do what I did.   I knew that my road would define what I have tomorrow in life and no matter how much I wanted to come back and live the day of my choice I wouldn't. I guess I always let go what I am supposed to hold on, it has I think become a part of my nature. The road not taken calls me blinded, I guess I am, for to leave it, even if the road has a hoarding of I will be just running parallel to YOU, YOU just need to cross over. 

I hate making choices, why can't life be only a single option, why do we have to choose when we know we can't live without the either of the options? The choice was like choosing what you love more 'a burger or a pizza'. I know this was a lame one but seriously who on earth can choose between rains or a bright sunny day? Doesn't a farmer need both of them? 

I know you people must be wondering why the hell she keeps throwing questions at me, so lemme tell you people I'm just a girl next door, am I not supposed to be this puzzled, see another question, yeah right let me get the hell outta here before you people start throwing rotten eggs and tomatoes, bye guys and gals!