The Roads Not Taken

Some eight years ago, I was in a writting frenzy. I had met Annie the previous year far far away from home (which is true also for her) and we had the writting habit flowing twice a day (an 8-hour time difference helps, I'm GMT and she's PDT). It was more than natural when we decided to write something together...

"My life... (your life, our lives)
...not a circle with no beginning or ending
Roads we take lead us towards our destiny
We constantly choose one road over another, yet
At times not finding what we want life to be

Going up... (going down, going nowhere)
...to a hill where the world stands still
All THE ROADS NOT TAKEN strecht before us
We're never quite seeing where they ultimately lead us to
Like pieces we left behind, dreams and love are words in silence

Painful choices seem to unfold
Sometimes you're blessed with a hand to hold (when you're cold)
Tough decisions, others done with such ease
Just hope in the long run, you'll find your peace (oh please)

These times don't last... ...or last forever
And we move on... ...there's too much at stake
THE ROADS NOT TAKEN remain illusions
Illusions like the roads we want to take...

Hey !.. (Hello ! Anyone ?!...)
...can we see all we have is now, all is here
Following a dim light out of confusion
Leading our life through its many roads
Not being concerned 'bout reaching conclusions

Finding your fears... ...may you stand, never hide
Impossible dreams... ...ok trying to make them come true
Never surrender... ...search for the strenght inside
Always remember... ...bring your heart with you"

          - Hyug Badox & Annie Soliven,
                in "The Roads Not Taken", 1997

Although this piece of simple yet focused writting is a bit americanised (or "americaniZed", if you prefer), it conceals no secret. We are today where we decided to go and there's no way of denying that we look back and, sometimes, we wish that we (or our closest ones) had taken a different road.

Ain't that simple?
Why complicate?

Yet we do. Complicate, I mean.