I think I'm a person who lives in the past, making myself miserable through unnecessary regrets.
It does not help that my dreams are detached from reality and I have no idea how to work towards achieving them.

I want to own a quaint mansion-like home, have my own vineyard and distill wine in my own winery, or be a cheesemaker because I worship the product.

Sadly, these dreams are impractical in a place where pragmatism is above all, and are best left shattered as a result. My cynical self tells me that it is no point pursuing such endeavours.

Time to fall into slumber deep.