Creative writing about Robert Frost's "The Road Not Taken"
My whole life I have been told what to do. As a child, my parents had the life they wanted me
to live sketched out in their minds. From the way I learned, they way I dressed, what I should
and shouldn't believe in, to what I was supposed to know and think. When I was young I
listened to everything they said and was molded perfectly into what they wanted me to be.
They're my parents, and so I would do whatever they said without question, becuase I thought
that whatever they told me was the right thing to do. But as I grew older, and grew more of an
understanding for life, my thoughts as an individual grew broader. I grew smarter and my
perspective on many things changed. The things that I used to do willingly for my parents, was
now being forced upon me, with consequences following if there was any dispute. I understood
why they did this, so I did not fight it. At the same time I didn't give up to it. I still believed that
I should be able to live my life the way I find best.
Like the traveler I had the choice between the life I wanted to live and the life my
parents had mapped out for me. Throughout the younger years of my childhood is when I, like
the traveler, stood long and thought about which life would be better for me to live. Which path
would have been more fullfilling to take. And after analyzing each of my choices, I chose to live
my life the way I wanted to. I saw it, as the traveler saw the path, as a life that needed wear,
because a lot of the peope I know live the life that their parents want for them.
Even though I took the path of leading my own life, I still feel regret for not choosing the
other way, because I always have the feeling that I want to make my parents proud of me and
what I do. I'm sure by living the life that they wanted me too, which wasn't necesarrily a bad
thing or even a dissapointing life, it would have made it easier for them to feel proud about what
I become. I just hope that by choosing the life I live
to live sketched out in their minds. From the way I learned, they way I dressed, what I should
and shouldn't believe in, to what I was supposed to know and think. When I was young I
listened to everything they said and was molded perfectly into what they wanted me to be.
They're my parents, and so I would do whatever they said without question, becuase I thought
that whatever they told me was the right thing to do. But as I grew older, and grew more of an
understanding for life, my thoughts as an individual grew broader. I grew smarter and my
perspective on many things changed. The things that I used to do willingly for my parents, was
now being forced upon me, with consequences following if there was any dispute. I understood
why they did this, so I did not fight it. At the same time I didn't give up to it. I still believed that
I should be able to live my life the way I find best.
Like the traveler I had the choice between the life I wanted to live and the life my
parents had mapped out for me. Throughout the younger years of my childhood is when I, like
the traveler, stood long and thought about which life would be better for me to live. Which path
would have been more fullfilling to take. And after analyzing each of my choices, I chose to live
my life the way I wanted to. I saw it, as the traveler saw the path, as a life that needed wear,
because a lot of the peope I know live the life that their parents want for them.
Even though I took the path of leading my own life, I still feel regret for not choosing the
other way, because I always have the feeling that I want to make my parents proud of me and
what I do. I'm sure by living the life that they wanted me too, which wasn't necesarrily a bad
thing or even a dissapointing life, it would have made it easier for them to feel proud about what
I become. I just hope that by choosing the life I live