Sometimes, I have these wtf-am-I-doing moments, about life and the way things are. I suppose we all do.

The thing is, I don't know why I should bother, given I have never really known. My wants have always been specific, short term and greedy. Some highs have been really high, some losses - well, I am still recovering from at least one of them.

What I feel smug about though, are experiences. Make that Experiences.

I don't even care where these stack up against even my own standards (sometimes I irritate myself by being extremely straightlaced) because these are the only things I really have. The only things I have earned: each mistake, each false step, each time I did something right.

And that's what I'll treasure. All the ups and downs and dramas and meltdowns. The things I still can't quite believe happened!

Here's hoping the rollercoaster never ends.