the short wanderer

I went to sleep yesterday thinking that tomorrow is just going to be another day, that tomorrow is just another day - what difference would it make? Being 22 years old or 23 years old based on my IC, no significant changes would happen I guess. But when I woke up to the news of the death of Siti Sarah, one of the famous Malaysian singers whose songs I grew up with, it hit me that, it's not just another day. It's another day I actually  get to live, another day I get to be with my family, another day I get to do good to others, another day I get to explore life possibilities, another day I get to dream about my yet to come future. The day has been melancholic I would say. I am still haunted and surrounded the guilt of saying whatever crossed my mind before I slept last night. For the past year, I definitely have not been on top of my patience-and-gratitude game. Living in the present without thinking too much about the past and the future is something I constantly struggle with