Leftovers or regrets, which spoil faster?

Every time I open the fridge, I find something expired or forgotten.
It’s a small, daily reminder that I can't catch up with everything—work deadlines pile up just like those old containers gathering dust.
Sometimes, I wish life had an auto-clean function too.
Family dinners become hurried moments to avoid waste rather than a chance to connect.
Yet despite all the chaos, these little imperfections bring a strange kind of comfort—they remind me that in this imperfect juggling act called life, we’re all doing our best.