Collected from people on their deathbed. From least to most common.
I wish I’d let myself be happier.
I wish I’d stayed in touch with my friends.
I wish I’d had the courage to express my feelings.
I wish I hadn’t worked so hard.
I wish I’d lived life true to myself; not the one others expected of me.
A thought came to me yesterday.
One day, I will die. We all know this (or at least we say we know this).
But I got the chills when I went a level deeper and wondered, “Will I die on a Saturday or a Tuesday…?”
Will it happen in the morning or at night? Will I be in pain? What will I be wearing?
Obviously I won’t know the answers to these questions until it’s time, but these questions have answers. There will be a date and time where everything stops. There are an exact number of days until that date. 6,000? 14,000? 30,000? Whatever the number, there are only so many.
What if you had a countdown of that number? How would you spend your days until it hit zero? That’s your life. Live that shit.
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