How will my life look to me when I review it from my deathbed, should I have the chance to do so? Will I then regret what I have done or failed to do? What choices and decisions will I cherish most?
To think like this habitually, rather than being morbid, may be the most vital practice I can follow and the most realistic, since I cannot know when I shall die—perhaps today.
How sad, though, to find I’m at death’s door and then to think of what I might have done or been—but failed to realize.
What opportunities did I not seize? What initiatives did I not take? What endeavors and adventures that would have vitalized my being did I pass by?