Ever wanted to be with somebody, and the more you try, the further the distance between both of you?
Ever worked hard to produce a good assignment, and you edited it so many times, at the end the lecturer just failed you?
I go to bed haunted by the past failures. I wake up telling myself that it was a bad dream.
I tried to forget, but it just came back to me like your pet dog which never forget where you live.
Then I grow up understanding this occurring emotion, and make it my ally. It serves as a good, if not best, reminder to what I have done wrong in the past,
and every time I am about to commit another mistake, it will knock on my door telling me of my nightmares.
I guess this feeling is also kind enough not to let the list of misfortunes prolongs.
Today at least the mistakes I do will be repairable, and fatal ones are much lesser. Of course sometimes I slack, but the feeling will be my best companion, warning me again and again.
Nightmares still visit me once a while, I guess it just miss me.
I'm imperfect, and that makes life worth living.
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