Today, I had a glimpse of what it may feel like to be alone. I’m in a city that is not my home town, my parents are thousands of kilometers away and it is Friday night. My surroundings made me feel so secluded from the rest of the world. It is during those times when I am alone that I start thinking about where I am heading in life. And to be honest, I don’t have the slightest clue about that.

As I stood at the bus terminal waiting for the bus to arrive, I started pondering about nothing. For a while my mind was blank. There were things going on around me but I didn’t take notice of any of that. It was as if I tried to think but didn’t know how to start. Then I started getting this strange feeling of emptiness. It’s not an emotion I feel often but nonetheless it was a bit scary. There I was, standing alone quietly in the dark. It is something that I hope no one would have to go through, even if it is for a short period of time.

I think one of my greatest fears in life is to be isolated from everyone. I never liked the sound of emptiness. I would toss and turn in bed when everything was completely silent. Your mind starts to play tricks on your when nothing is going on. I am so use to hearing things that when not a single sound is made, I start to hear things like whispers in the dark.

The Greyhound bus actually arrived on schedule for once but it was packed. Stupid selfish people would rather let the suitcase sit in the chair beside them instead of another person. One guy had to stand during the drive to Hamilton. I felt sorry for him. I wanted to punch the ass that took his suitcase onboard. What the hell was he thinking? The bus has a limited number of seats and everyone who pays for a ticket is entitled to a sit. They should have charged him for the price of two tickets. But it�s not just his fault, the bus driver should have known better. But what can I do, I just sat there quietly in my own little world.

As I sat there, I stared out the window, all I saw was darkness. I gaze upwards towards the sky and saw that there weren�t as many stars as there usually are. During the drive home, I continued my contemplating. My life so far seems like one big contradiction. No matter which road I chose to walk down, I get the feeling that I should have taken the other one. This got me thinking about a poem I had to analyze back in high school. The Road Not Take by Robert Frost. Mr. Banek is, by far, the best English teacher I’ve had. The things he taught made me open my eyes to the world and see things from a different perspective. The things he told me back then were true. Speaking from experience, he had a wealth of knowledge to share with the students. Other students may have thought he was a strict teacher because he was a hard marker but I didn’t see it that way. I saw him as a teacher who tried to bring out the best in his students. With his help, I�m the guy you see today.

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.
Robert Frost (1874-1963)