I bought a box of chips with different flavors, two bags of each.
I always saved my favorite flavor for last.
But by the time I got to it, I'd usually eaten so many chips that I didn't even want it anymore.
Today, I decided to eat my favorite first.
Strangely, I hesitated for a long time before opening it.
And when I finally did?
It was... just okay.
It made me wonder:
How many things in life have I been saving for "someday"?
And what if, when I finally experience them, they're just... okay?
Would I regret all the years I spent waiting and denying myself something I could have enjoyed all along?