There are things about life I wish I learned early. One of them is the importance of peace of mind. Growing up, I was a softie. I allowed even the smallest of things to get into me and reside freely in my head. I gave room to sad events without even noticing or caring about what it was doing to me. I remember how I cried about the passing away of my grandfather and my sister for years. I have been self-conscious for the longest time. I will never forget how, until recent years, I have been so much concerned about what I did not have yet. I have also carried the heavy burden of regretting missed opportunities and wasted ones. What I learned from all these was that they did nothing but take away my peace. So, on top of everything I had experienced and was suffering from, I added tears and anxiety.