
I bumped into her tonight – the girl that I once went after, and she was with the guy that she chose over me. I made pleasantries and some small talk and then joined my friends at another end of the restaurant. My immediate thoughts were not nice:
- She doesn’t look as good as before,
- He hasn’t aged well.
Which I thought was a very envious way of handling the situation, a very sour-grapey way of looking at things. After the initial impulsive reaction, I realise that I really don’t feel anything at all. This happened ten years ago and I got over it in the first month way back then. I think this reflex to think bad of the opposing party is probably a way my psyche protects itself. Though fortunately, by upbringing or by genetics or both, I usually don’t dwell on what could have been and what should have been.
Every experience good or bad shapes us into the person we are. And every road not taken leads us to something else new that we never thought of. I was disappointed when she didn’t pick me but I am thankful for the path that I went down because of that.
We can’t go back and we shouldn’t go backwards because then we’d miss out on what’s in front of us.
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” by Robert Frost









