The Road Not Taken

Been asking myself a lot lately: what do I want?

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

Frankly, I don't know what I want.

I just know what I don't want.
I don't want a mundane life with a nine-to-five job, I don't want to wake up everyday with a frown on my face, dragging myself to work, I don't want to get a paycheck just to pay bills.
I don't want to regret the choices I make today, twenty years down the road.

I know I want to do greater things. Help someone, maybe even help the world.

It's just that, I feel like people expect 'much' from me. Accountant? Lawyer? Business?

I'm afraid of letting the world down.

At the same time, I feel as if I'm losing myself, losing the big dreams and high hopes I used to have when I was little.

I'm terrified of making a choice.

Doors are slowly closing as time ticks on.

What do I want?