No regrets...
Tyler postmodernity asked me:
Guys what do you wish you will have accomplished before you die?
I've spent a day trying to figure this out. And I still haven't come up with anything. Anything I want to do, I just do. Not always right away, some of them take planning (or money). But, yeah, I do just about everything I want to do.
I've talked this over with a couple of friends and they think I'm insane or lying (well, not actually, they know I don't lie, so they just think I'm insane. I think they're calling me a liar to be polite.) Anyway, I think it's because I've already almost died. Twice. Well, once I did die for a few minutes, and the other times they just told my parents that I was going to and prepare themselves. The first time I was 5, the other time I was 11. No, I didn't have a disease or anything, just bad luck. But I always knew that everyone's time here is limited. I don't take things for granted. Or people. I tell my friends how much they mean to me. Everyone I love knows I love them. (No, I'm not one of those mushy psychotic weirdos who are annoyingly sweet or suffocating. Psychotic, yes - all the rest, no.)
I believe in reincarnation. I believe we all get infinite chances to fix our karma. But we only get one chance in this body with these people. And once you're gone, regrets don't mean shit. Except to the people you left behind. The people who are going to remember the last thing you said to them. Or the last thing you did to them.
13 years ago, my best friend was killed in a car accident. 3 days after Christmas. He LOVED Christmas. The night before, my husband and I were at his house and before we left, while my husband was saying goodbye to my friends wife, I went to the kitchen and hugged Skip. And he said, "I love you." I don't know why. We had said that to each other before, but it wasn't a usual thing. I told him I loved him too. And then I left. I'm not psychic and my female intuition SUCKS. But the next morning, his wife called and asked if we could come watch their kids. Skip had been in a car accident, but the hospital said he was fine. So she went. They had lied. She called me a couple of hours later because she had to decide whether or not to turn off the machines. Completely brain dead from the time he was brought in. I had to help her decide to turn off the machines. It was the hardest thing I've ever done in my life. (And let me tell you, my life hasn't been all roses and puppies.) To this day, what I remember most about Skip is hugging him in the kitchen the night before he died. And telling him I loved him. Because if I was the type of person who was too self-conscious to hug a friend or say I love you out loud, I wouldn't have that. And I wouldn't trade that memory for ANYTHING. And I mean nothing.
I only have one chance to do this life right. I don't intend to fuck it up by regretting something I didn't do. I rather do it. Even if I fall on my face.
Guys what do you wish you will have accomplished before you die?
I've spent a day trying to figure this out. And I still haven't come up with anything. Anything I want to do, I just do. Not always right away, some of them take planning (or money). But, yeah, I do just about everything I want to do.
I've talked this over with a couple of friends and they think I'm insane or lying (well, not actually, they know I don't lie, so they just think I'm insane. I think they're calling me a liar to be polite.) Anyway, I think it's because I've already almost died. Twice. Well, once I did die for a few minutes, and the other times they just told my parents that I was going to and prepare themselves. The first time I was 5, the other time I was 11. No, I didn't have a disease or anything, just bad luck. But I always knew that everyone's time here is limited. I don't take things for granted. Or people. I tell my friends how much they mean to me. Everyone I love knows I love them. (No, I'm not one of those mushy psychotic weirdos who are annoyingly sweet or suffocating. Psychotic, yes - all the rest, no.)
I believe in reincarnation. I believe we all get infinite chances to fix our karma. But we only get one chance in this body with these people. And once you're gone, regrets don't mean shit. Except to the people you left behind. The people who are going to remember the last thing you said to them. Or the last thing you did to them.
13 years ago, my best friend was killed in a car accident. 3 days after Christmas. He LOVED Christmas. The night before, my husband and I were at his house and before we left, while my husband was saying goodbye to my friends wife, I went to the kitchen and hugged Skip. And he said, "I love you." I don't know why. We had said that to each other before, but it wasn't a usual thing. I told him I loved him too. And then I left. I'm not psychic and my female intuition SUCKS. But the next morning, his wife called and asked if we could come watch their kids. Skip had been in a car accident, but the hospital said he was fine. So she went. They had lied. She called me a couple of hours later because she had to decide whether or not to turn off the machines. Completely brain dead from the time he was brought in. I had to help her decide to turn off the machines. It was the hardest thing I've ever done in my life. (And let me tell you, my life hasn't been all roses and puppies.) To this day, what I remember most about Skip is hugging him in the kitchen the night before he died. And telling him I loved him. Because if I was the type of person who was too self-conscious to hug a friend or say I love you out loud, I wouldn't have that. And I wouldn't trade that memory for ANYTHING. And I mean nothing.
I only have one chance to do this life right. I don't intend to fuck it up by regretting something I didn't do. I rather do it. Even if I fall on my face.