Infinite Opportunities

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;
- Robert Frost

I felt this piece of poetry of Frost is closly related to all our lifes.It is not a complain about 24 hours being too less. It is not about how there is too much work to do everyday, and not enough time. It is about the choices that are available to us these days, and how, regardless of how well we manage time, we can never avail all sides of our choices. It is about the stress of infinite opportunities. I could either take driving lessons, or swimming classes or study or visit friends, over the weekend. I cant do all. More decisions we make, more roads we leave untraveled.
And sometimes, we wish we could take all the roads...