I haven't done anything to be particularly proud of, but I wouldn't regret the absence of some shining achievement. So far, I have lived my life more or less how I've desired, and that's all that matters to me.
Yeah. There's nothing meaningful. I haven't impacted anyone. No one has impacted me. Achievements are hollow to me. Loved ones? I feel a detachment and disconnect to my family. I respect and love them, but I deep down it feels hollow. Perhaps respect, no, love, is coming from an inauthentic place. Is it coming from obligation? Or maybe guilt? No. I don't know. I look at the space I occupy in life and feel stuck. I look at these familiar faces and am reminded of failure. I want, but yet it feels pointless in the end. You can only fuck, munch on goodies, have meaningless conversations, get zombified by television, and lost in dreams for so long. Looking back on my death bed, I've lived a life unfulfilled. This cancer known as resentment eats away at me. I've been looking for an answer, but perhaps that's my problem, analysis paralysis that gives an illusion of the answer, but only strengthens inhibition. I just have to do it. Immerse myself in the world and in experiences. Perhaps then I can finally be present and not be engulfed by feelings of frustration and lack.
I'd regret leaving my family because they love and, to some degree, need me. I'd regret that my husband didn't take out a larger life insurance policy on me.
I'm proud of the family I've helped make.
“There are two novels that can change a bookish fourteen-year old’s life: The Lord of the Rings and Atlas Shrugged. One is a childish fantasy that often engenders a lifelong obsession with its unbelievable heroes, leading to an emotionally stunted, socially crippled adulthood, unable to deal with the real world. The other, of course, involves orcs.” ~ John Rogers
I'm not ready to die, I'm still excited to see what life has to offer, still feel there's a lot for me to get out of it. So I would be disappointed to die so young. At the same time, I don't feel like I've wasted my life, don't feel like I've made any horrible mistakes that I didn't learn from. I am happy with the relationships I have with the people in my life, proud enough of where I am at this point in time.
But yeah, I still would like to live many more years!
I would be happy for the creative works I have made that moved at least someone, and for the times I helped ease someone's pain.
I would regret the times I didn't do the above. I would regret relationships with people that I wanted to be more substantial, and for not being able to communicate how much I admired and cared for them. I would also regret the times I didn't stop the car to try to pick up a dog that looked like a stray running alongside the road.
The first man to raise a fist is the man who's run out of ideas. H.G. WELLS
The first principle is that you must not fool yourself, and you are the easiest person to fool. FEYNMAN If this is monkey pee, you're on your own.SCULLY
Is there anything you would be proud that you did?
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I couldn't have any regrets once I was dead because I would no longer be conscious.
If I knew I was going to die really soon, I would have plenty of regrets. I didn't try everything I wanted to try. I didn't read all the great works of literature I wanted to read. I didn't accomplish enough meaningful things. I didn't make the impact on society I wanted to.
I would be proud that I made my family happy. I would be proud of the interesting things I learned and the interesting experiences I had, however few they may be.
5w6 or 9w1 sp/so/sx, I think
No, and no. I'm OK with being a mediocre peasant, not given to excessive ambition or mythologizing my life or what life means in general. In the realm of peasants, I'm relatively well off and comfortable...