I feel great. In all sense of the word, and I guess because I finally choose to be gleeful. Today, I woke up with a heavy heart, an iron chain ball to haul about because I knew my Chinese homework lay neatly awaiting its judgement--clean sheets of people; untouched and untouchable. And so I whipped out my jack-knife (god knows from where) and slayed the slew of burdensome commitments I lugged around.

Well, hell yeah! Today, I'm a free man and even though there's a budding thought that tomorrow sunrise, I'll awake with the same iron chain ball wrapped around my neck, I'm celebrating for the present. Perhaps, it's all you ever need to be happy; live in the present and be jubilant.

Cliched but happiness is your pursuit and nobody else's; you pick it or leave it, but be sure cause someone else might take it away from you.

Completing my metacognition yesterday with a whopping 1.1k words, I've come to realize how apt I am at self-reflection. Maybe quibbling with your own conscience or debating mentally may sound insane at first call (I agree it does), but my introversion weaves about this exclusive mental clockwork to give me fine self-reflections. Others struggle to figure out their mistakes but I know mine; I just don't say it (for clear, obvious reasons).

And maybe when things grow weary and slow, music's the alternative reality I can turn to. Games and technology can do this much; melody fills the missing wholesome self that belongs to it.