You know when you’re just entering college, and the dean of your school makes a big speech and tells you that these are going to be the best 4 years of your life, make the most of it..he really wasn’t kidding. Those 4 years are truly full of the wildest, craziest, funnest, most spontaneous, random, awkward, and last but not least educational times of your life. You’ll never be in that setting of 50,000 people all part of one campus, kind of like an exclusive club where everyone can be your family, rival, friend, lover, and teacher all at once, at least in a private American university. I found Swiss university to be completely different.
After college, it’s reality waiting to smack you in the face. Your life which was once random, becomes this pattern. Life is good in a different way. The question is are you going to live to work or work to live?
I recently re-read Dead Poet’s Society, a really great book (also a motion picture film). And the book begs the question how can you take your ordinary life and make it extraordinary? Some people become adrenaline junkies and go around living life searching for that next rush. But that’s not for me. As the members of the dead poet’s society put it, how do you suck all the marrow out of life? I really don’t have the answer. These days, I’m just trying to go with the flow. This book brought back to memory those school days when I used to study Robert Frost and one of his greatest poems.
The Road Not Taken
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 marked 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.