… I’ve had a few.
Bronnie Ware, an Australian nurse working in palliative care, recorded what she perceived to be the top five regrets of the dying. They were:
1. I wish I’d had the courage to live a life true to myself, not the life others expected of me.
2. I wish I hadn’t worked so hard.
3. I wish I’d had the courage to express my feelings.
4. I wish I had stayed in touch with my friends.
5. I wish that I had let myself be happier.
Brown, Darren. Happy – why more or less everything is absolutely fine. Penguin Randomhouse. 2016
[Jo]. First off, I’d like to nominate Bronnie Ware for the most Australian name ever! (its even better when you annunciation it in a faux-aussie accent)
But she probably knows what she’s talking about, being there at the foamy, gurgling end for a whole bunch of us. Which is quite a tough gig in my opinion, since most of us…
…don’t want to get on the cart! (To paraphrase Monty Python)
Not to brag but I tend to rack up this precise list of regrets by the end of each day. Not through deep and serious introspection, but rather because I’m quite whiny… and have a tendency to feel sorry for myself. So I’m hoping when my time comes (covered in bed sores and crusty stuff of indeterminate origin) I’ve worked through all my regrets and general demise angst and am happy to go towards the light/infinite darkness/restaurant at the end of the universe.
We can only hope.
(That there is a restaurant at the end of the universe I mean)