posthumous regret

You only live once— but if you work it right. once is enough. Joe E .Lewis

Imagine you’re eighty years old sitting couch reading or doing some leisure activity you’ve always loved. At this point, you’re healthy and able to walk around the property everyday and notice the changing leaves, the blooming flowers. You pass by the friends you’ve made and share a mutual smile, perhaps it was last night’s hangout or the morning breakfast.On this day, on this average evening, you pass away. No expectations no warning. A sudden and painless death. Would you be happy with the memories you’ve made?