Listening to: Wu Yin Liang Pin - Zhu Ding

Dear journal,

it's been a long time since I actually took time out for myself, or at least had a few hours of silent contemplation. Had that chance yesterday when I ended class early, took a bus through orchard but decided not to stop in the end. Raindrops fell with the barest of whispers on the window panes as the bus wove its way through the evening traffic.
I thought about remarks my prof made as he gave his lecture on wednesday... he was going on about the simplicity of the topic he was teaching, but how it was often overlooked by most people who simply ignored it or took it for granted, and went on to mention how people didn't want to put effort in understanding what they were really doing, and on misspent youth.
It was the last two words that struck a chord in me... my youth has been misspent all these years, and particularly in the past few months. It would be easy to pass it off as cyclical in nature, or due to my friends all falling to depression, or the nature of the work... yet this would be all untrue. I see some of my friends still raring to go ahead, to pursue their dreams in spite of all their obstacles, and in spite of past failures. And they are doing so with full understanding and purpose.
Maybe I simply spend too much time thinking about 'what could have been' instead of 'what could be'... and too little time doing things that matter, that could make my tomorrows better than my todays. It's so simple, isn't it? It always has been...