Two roads diverged in a wood, and I-- I took the one less traveled by, And that has made all the difference. Inscription It is not that easy to make a choice for me.When I graduated from element school,I chose the middle school in our town.And after graduated,I chose the high middle school in our county.Three years ago,I entered Hebei Normal University of Hebei province.At present,I must make a decision: finding a job as a teacher or working for the master\\'s degree.It\\'s like an orange or an apple.It is a tough choice. To be a teacher has never been my dream.I have deep love for mathematics,because of its mystic.And only when I immersed in the world of mathematics can I find myself.Mathematics,as well as the success of a problem being solved, does to my heart good.I have a dream that someday I make a break throgh in the world of mathematics. Fractals,chaos world,topology space,combination problems,are rich and colorful. However,I am obstructed by a enormous rock.I have a sick in my heart.The sick heart means that I have a chance discouraging school.My distitute family makes me suffering.I long for the world of mathematics ,so I would better like get a master\\'s degree.My heart ,my family prevent me from working for the mathematics world.How should I make this chioce?I ask myself.I am hesitant. At this moment ,I recall the Violet Vanity wroted by Gibran.What I have lived for?The answer is not eating,sleeping,making money,and so on.The aim of our life should be something that higher and further than life itslfe.Then question comes that something here means what.In my own veiw,it is our dreams,mediocrity ,positive attitude.As is said by Gibran,I prefer to be dead for my dream,rather than live my life bored to death . As above,I have a bright thought in my mind.I would work for my dreams for only once of my life.I work for it even eo death without regret.It is another poem telling how to make a choice. The Road not Taken By Frost 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.