All roads lead to Rome

All roads lead to Rome. There’s hundreds of them going to Rome. Why does it have to be like that? Why can’t there be just one road or maybe a predestined one instead of us choosing one?
I have been preparing for this race for the past few years of my teenage life. A race to see who can reach Rome as fast as possible and as safe as possible. The rule? You cannot turn back and start again. I have been trying hard to choose which road to follow in order to win this race. Others seemed to have chosen the route of their own long time ago. But why haven’t I? I tried to look as far down the road as I possible as I could but I can only look that far. I did all the research to help me decide but is it enough? Should I cut through the desert and risk dehydration? Or maybe through the sea and risk drowning? Too much choices but just which one is for me? All roads lead to Rome. There’s hundreds of them. Why does it have to be like that? Why can’t there be just one road or maybe a predestined one? Why do we have to give ourselves a hard time being spoilt for choices? Isn’t it just easier if there is a straight lane without any turns or junctions, built specially for every one of us, just waiting for us to use it when the time is right?
A lot of considerations but still no decision yet.

"takdalah, mana saya pergi rome?"

Time is really running short. Everyone in the race has gotten ready on their road just waiting for the time to come. But I am still deciding. Maybe I should just take the plane. Yes…but what airline? Departing from? Transiting in? Is it safe? What about the service? More stuff that needs to be considered.
The night before the race something popped into my mind. All roads lead to Rome. Yes…ALL roads lead to Rome. No matter what road I take I will still get to Rome. Maybe I shouldn’t be focusing on winning but on the journey itself. It is impossible to plan my road and hope that it will go according as planned. What if a bridge on the way collapsed? Or maybe an earthquake tore the road apart? Maybe that is what turns and junctions are for. For you to change your plans if anything goes wrong. Perhaps if everything is prearranged, no miracles would happen. Roads would not have intersected as all the roads will just be parallel, just like racing tracks. If there’s an obstacle ahead, you can’t cut into other people’s lane and if you can’t overcome the obstacle, you’re doomed.
Maybe I shouldn’t treat it as a race to Rome but small races to Bangkok, then to New Delhi, and Dubai and finally to Rome. Maybe I just don’t dare to make a choice for the fear that I will regret. I’ll just have to make it memorable instead of regrettable. It’s up to me to decide how I should think about this race. Worrying is inevitable but there are other participants too in the race. They will help me if I am in trouble, hopefully. So, so what if I have chosen the worst road to go to Rome? It’s up to me to change it or maybe just be more prepared for it. All I can do is just pray for the best and stay strong.
I am ready for my race now. Are you?

this doesnt go to rome..

p/s I wrote this long time ago before finally deciding to study dentistry...yup, i was under pressure...even now too (from studies)...haih