As I lay on my bed, I suddenly recalled my teen years.
And as I fast forward every scene I see in my mind, I suddenly saw what I had lost.
As I fast forward to the present, I realised I am already in my mid-20s.
I cannot quite see my accomplishments in work.
And there’s no one dear by my side when I fall and am vulnerable.
I cried bitterly because I cannot face the reality. I think I had lost far too much time.
Between ego and happiness, which would you choose?
I chose to love myself more. But I lost time.