I guess the saddest part about this all is knowing how little you can experience within your unknown lifespan.
Why can't I bring myself to do things that make me happy or make me excited? Because If I died tomorrow, I know I barely made any memories I wanted to keep.
When will I ever stop thinking that I've got forever to do something when I really don't? I keep rescheduling and procrastinating on saying or doing things even when I know that I may never get an opportunity to do it again.
I guess part of me pushing things away for another time is because of the people around me. I wanna go out and explore but I know I'd hurt my family and friends in that process.
This battle between choosing myself or choosing my family might forever haunt me but maybe one day, If I live till then, I'd finally have the courage to choose me.