A flashback of all the things happened, dawn to dusk, runs right through my mind. Eyes closed but mind wide awake. A balmy dramatic music being played in the background. All my nerves focusing and introspecting- Things that happened, things that could have happened. Harsh words I said, polite words I could have said. Arguments I ran into, arguments I could have avoided. Things I worked upon, things I could have worked instead. Time I wasted, time I could have saved. People I made cry, people I could have made smile. Consequently my breath turns heavy and I get anxious. I get up to calm myself, to have a glass of water. Convince myself not to think, and sleep, to continue my work in the day ahead. The moment I lay down, the thought process resumes. My nerves now give me glimpses of a failed dream - Dream that I wanted to work upon but didn't. Dream that I wished to pursue but couldn't. Dream that I can still live but don't. “But if