Every year, every birthday when I contemplate on what I should've done more, it is always: I wish I had written more. Not took more pictures, not took more trips, not even read more books. I wish I had written more. Yan talaga yung regret ko eh, mga hindi ko nasulat na thoughts, na ideas, na experiences. Ang resulta: no reflections, no lessons learned. Nothing to read back on, hoping to glean something useful from my past self. Hay ang tamad ko lang talaga...

Why can't I fucking commit to writing every day? Every. Single. Day.
Sadly I don't think I love my future self enough to do it for her.