"Living is a repetition of regrets and failures." Somehow this line from a monologue in a K-drama stayed with me. We make mistakes, get hurt, and then rebound to make more mistakes. Happiness is fleeting, peace more so, regret is what remains - not spending enough time with people we like or love, getting distracted by mundane stuff, being controlled by our greed for material stuff, and so on. If I look back on the short life that I have had, I do not remember what I ate or wore or possess, I remember the people, family, friends, cousins, and feelings, and sometimes incidents. I know what might happen if I open up to someone, have been betrayed enough, but I still want to trust people. I wish to spend more time with my family, but have so much else to take care of. I want to read, write, grow plants, paint, embroider, but sit back and do nothing as well. Life is a struggle but it is still worth living.
