हजुर कति वर्ष को हुनु भयो? भन्न मिल्छ? न रिसाउनु होला है...यसो Psychoanalysis लाइ Generalize गर्न खोज्या.

Not exactly your case. I love my wife. But this forty is not what I thought it would be. The work is routine. Oh! The monotony. Ten years back when I was working in a Gas Station, selling Black N' Milds to Ghetto kids...life was better..thrilling...Now working a decent paying job, a house, a loving family and I reminisce the Gas Station days. Because the thrill is gone. You do what makes you feel better..there is no right or wrong here.

Only recently (that too through a youtube ...old Stanford lecture note) I understood that Robert Frost did not really meant to sound regrets in the 'Road Not Taken'. In the end, he meant, it does not matter.

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...
..
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I—
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.