不歸路

回港三兩天，又被俗務纏得想吊頸自盡．腦震盪三五小時，震得人筋疲力歇．拉緊外衣抄小路回家，企圖把對未知的恐懼遺棄在夜街中．夜風掠過臉上，瑟瑟寒意，又似在預告未來數月的景況．

抱著小焯躲於暖暖的被窩中，讀到這一首詩又忍不著爬到電腦前把它記下...

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;

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.

The Road Not Taken - Robert Frost

"天下同歸而殊途，一致而百慮。"

人在路上，終點已定．既然回不了頭，大概只能硬著頭皮繼續走下去．

只望走畢全程之時，不懷半點懊悔．