Don't care enough if I'd survive up to tomorrow or in the next 70 years.
Doesn't make me cherish life more, doesn't make me more worried of wasting time.
Best I'd get is either temporary nihilism or temporary spiritual insights of how a soul would live this existence. Equally meaningless.
All I have in mind is to get over whatever's obstructing me with unnecessary experiences.
Regrets?
Regrets only comes up in certain states; like the sudden realization of wasting your own time, suddenly having the energy or need or whatever mission -- only for that realization to disappear by feeling too tired and existing felt just dragging wanting it to be over than extend and 'hope' to 'live'.
I experience contrasts too much.
Even to a point I envy those who would just feel something more constantly -- constantly depressed? Constantly anxious? Constantly tired? Even constantly angry, constantly lonely...
At least in such span of time, one gets to process and accept such state for having to be in such state for so long.
Me?
I have too many transitions, wasting too much time 'adjusting' in every transition, and most at the time not finished adjusting before the next transition came.
Like inside me is too fast -- faster than the outside.
I don't even need to change my environment and external situations. Nothing is settled. I'd be happy, I'd be sad. I'd be inferior, I'd be superior.
Nothing sticks. Not even fear. So I got nothing to identify with but inanity of inconsistency.
Too much contrast.
That's my main complaint.
Everyone says that's the fact of life -- but that's only because they have internal regulation and can adjust to said transitions when I couldn't.
Change is still change. Switch is still switch.
Even if it's invisible. Internal.
Imagine you are forced to change venues without any short notice. Several times a day.
Except imagine that's how it is in the inside instead. No time to settle, no time to memorize or recall had you previously been there, no time or space to space in between transition.
And the time you need to adjust is a whole day.
So I spent more time frustrated. Then not -- then frustrated again. Even frustration gets interrupted.
Why am I just not 'used to it' by now?