I don’t walk by quality but feeling

If I walked with quality, my life would be nicer, smiling, kind. My words would be more engaging. My feelings would go by, saying hi.

But I'm not, I write when I'm feeling down, when the time comes along, usually at midnight when my past ghost haunt me.

Half of me firmly believes I have no regrets in life, that my life is what it is because of my actions and I have to accept its consequences.

The other half cries in a corner, every night, silent in my heart. Regretting all the good things I lost because of my stubbornness.