Life

 Lately, I’ve realized that my life has become inconsistent. Sometimes it’s filled with joy, but something still feels off. I miss those days when I was consistent—when I didn’t think about rest, people around me, or even enjoyment. Back then, I only cared about getting better every single day and improving myself.

Everything started changing when I decided to take a break from the pressure. That was the point where my performance dropped and inconsistency began. I think the moment you start seeing your own progress as pressure is the moment you stop growing.

But during this inconsistent phase, I’ve also experienced a lot of happiness. I made memories—unforgettable laughs, late-night bike rides, random plans just to watch movies. These are things I used to miss when I was fully focused on being consistent.

And now I feel stuck between two worlds.

When I’m consistent, I miss out on memories.

When I chase memories, I lose consistency.

That’s what life seems to be about—choosing which regret you can live with.

If you choose consistency, you may regret missing moments.

If you choose memories, you may regret losing progress.

When I see people who are enjoying and being consistent I may feel jealous that I cant be them 

In the end, it’s not about avoiding regret—it’s about deciding which one you’re strong enough to face.

That’s life.