Up until recently, my opinion of myself has been based on the opinions others have of me. My aunt says I'm gaining weight, suddenly I look hideous in everything I wear. My friends say I talk too much, I become inaudible. My sister says I dance like a quack, suddenly I back out of the dance floor. My mom tells me my grades are insufficient and that I'll never make anything out of my life, and I believe her.
If given the chance, would I go back in time to change my ways? Work out more, dance with a smaller level amateur ability, be a better student? Hell no.
A person who wishes to go back in time suffers from man's second deadliest disease--regret. I, however, am diagnosed with the deadliest of all diseases--life. And regrets are something I cannot afford, especially when I only have 65 (give or take) years left to live.
People always tell me that I'm my worst critic. But, if that's true, I could also be my biggest fan. Capiche?
