I would go up to old people and talk to them. I’d ask them to tell me about their life. And their opening line was, “I wish.”
Every one of them — at parks, bars, airports — all started with what they wish they did differently.
They wished they worked harder. They wished they spent more time with their family. They wished they didn’t listen to their Mom and did what they wanted to do.
They wished.
Spend a day volunteering in an old folk’s home, and you’ll see it yourself.
It’s so devastating to me that your life’s choices are being dictated by the opinions of people who you won’t care about when you’re 92 years old.
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