Devil's box

Marriage life is getting lesser and lesser appealing. A lot of time, I can't feel the passion nor happiness. Most of the time, it's only left routine schedule and unchanged attitude from him.

The Road Not Taken by Robert Frost

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.

I have read this poem during my secondary school, at that time, I thought I understand well about the message the poem trying to convey. However, when I come to this stage of life, been through lots of up and down, then only I realised, with these few sentences, the poem has tell it all about life. I have chosen the one most people travelled, but recently questioning myself frequently whether is this the most suitable or most wanted for me...