Sometimes I wish I could draw or paint well or could have kept playing piano as a way to express myself, esp when I feel moody or stuff…If so, I might actually pursue the dream career as an animator that it’d be another story, and I might not be “me” nor meet those who helped me grow spiritually and made me feel being loved.

I shouldn’t regret.
I’ll stay thankful.
I’ll try hard to love myself more.
I’ll keep telling myself that I was born for a reason.