I repeat that thought a thousand times in my head. I wonder about that always. When I’m looking at the mirror. When I’m about to make a blog. When I listen to a song. Like, just always. When a day ends, that would be the only thing I would think about. Most of my regrets are realized from that thought. So to be typical, a day wouldn’t pass without that thought giving up a thing for me to regret. Most of which are like ‘I didn’t talk to her today, maybe I should’ve’ or ‘we had a pretty conversation, but I didn’t find the guts to say the right words that I needed to say.’ And for the record, I think that’s the main reason why I can’t sleep at night. I just always find myself drowning to a beautiful melody of a song, simply staring at the blank air I’m breathing, thinking about this. I would wonder about this through hours of many nights. But then I wouldn’t get an answer. Too much introspecting, I guess.

Because I just figured out, like if I did something I’m happy about, all that really counts is if the person who’s the reason for it is happy too.