The Deathbed Regret You’ll Have





Today, we’re diving headfirst into a subject most people would rather shove into the darkest corner of their closet than talk about: deathbed regrets. Yeah, I know, not exactly cocktail party chatter, but it’s vital.Creepy, I get it. But imagine for a second you’re lying there, and no, you didn’t die skydiving or in a bar fight over which season of “Breaking Bad” was the best. You’re old, you’re gray, and it’s just you, taking inventory of your life.So what’s the phantom haunting this grim scenario? Surprisingly, it’s not that you didn’t take that trip to Bali, or that you didn’t work harder to get that promotion. It’s that you lived your life according to someone else’s script. You became an extra in the movie that was supposed to be all about you.

Maybe it’s your mom who wanted you to be a doctor. Or society, which can’t stop yapping about the 2.5 kids and the white picket fence. Whoever it is, they’re not you, and their dreams for you are as relevant as pineapple on pizza. So why give them the keys to your life?Now, let’s get to the meaty part — how to not end up in this pitiful predicament. No capes or magic wands are required, just some old-fashioned introspection.Think the life you’re leading is all good? Double-check. Ask yourself what makes you truly happy, not what you’re told should make you happy.Lying to yourself is easier than admitting you’ve been following the wrong path. Stop that shit. Now.