choosing

To me choosing a major is like asking me to choose between two child, which do i want to kill. Im not sure why is it so hard for me to choose. I really cant understand it either. Im not sure whether i cant choose because i like to many things that to choose one is like killing the rest or that i just dont like everything and choosing one is like choosing my poison. Sometimes i feel like the first sometimes the other. Writting this reminds me of the poem i once learn, 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; 5

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, 10


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. 15


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. 20

by Robert Frost (1874–1963).

hoprfully the one day that i choose between the two roads if i ever i will not tell with a sigh..
But i shall sigh now...*long sigh*