If you were in plane that was crashing down, with less than two minutes to live, who would you call, and what would you say? If you knew you had a year to live, what would you do? If you could live life all over again, how would you live it? What are some of the things you would do different?
You know, these questions were asked of me before, all throughout my life, by well-meaning people. I have known them to be considered “motivational” questions, to make one think about what really matters in one’s life. However, I have never really made a commitment on my answer, I don’t know who I would call; in fact, I probably wouldn’t call anyone.
I prefer not to single out anyone in my last hour. Indecision to the end, that’ll be my way.
If I died right now, at this very moment, I would have no regrets. If I could live my life over again, I would not do anything differently.
It’s not that I have never made any bad decisions, no-no… I have. But oddly enough, I don’t regret making them. A blessed life? No, not at all. But a life I don’t regret. What would you choose? A life without regrets, a happy life, a full life, or a joyful life? What word would you choose to describe your life?