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Off the beaten track

When life has been handed to you on a plate, it is a painful struggle when you need to grow out of it. We all have to experience independence, making your own decisions, and facing life’s challenges at some point. Even if you don’t know how to open a can; or never had to worry about anything financially; or had any emotional or physical crisis but maybe one day your bubble is burst, it will be such a shock that you wished you never had a bubble in the first place.

During my travels, some travel guides will have a section called ‘Off the beaten track’ which tries to explore some different experiences. Usually it doesn’t appeal to me but I’m sure if you had experience it yourself, like my trip to Tibet, for example, you will hold onto that for a long time. That’s why travel is such a big part of me, because it lets me explore and absorb different things so I can grow out of my naive, immature shell. But life is one big journey, isn’t it? That’s why I’m the journeyexplorer. A friend always said to me, if there are two paths you should willingly choose the harder path so you grow patience, determination and perseverance. I guess that’s why so many people train for the marathon, or climb the world’s tallest summit and the likes. I admire them so much; do these achievers really get more out of life?

Recently I read Katie Piper’s biography, Beautiful. She is such an inspiration and she has so much courage even though even step is a hurdle sometimes. Today I watched a episode from a series of her follow up documentary Katie: my beautiful friends, which just brings her story and message right across. This week I’ve been trying to be less of a complaining bitch and appreciate everyday with the abundance of people, things and events around me already. If we all do that, wouldn’t this world be such a wonderful place.

I would like to share with you the famous poem by Robert Frost as a conclusion to this post…

Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveller, 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

***Photo by bgorsphotography

  1. March 26, 2011 at 12:49 am

    I love that shot.

  2. March 26, 2011 at 9:10 pm

    That’s a cool shot, and I love that poem

    • March 26, 2011 at 11:21 pm

      yeah it’s such a great poem, isn’t it? Thanks for dropping by…

  1. March 26, 2011 at 3:09 pm
  2. March 31, 2011 at 7:47 am

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