A Life is a Terrible Thing to Waste
I once read an article in which people shared the regrets of their dying loved ones. The regrets ranged from simple to big, sadness and anger, and even included some deathbed confessions. That article lingered in my mind long after I had read it. I couldn't stop thinking about what regrets I might have when I die. Inevitably, this turned into me wondering what regrets I'd have if I died today. Well, there would be a lot. To be clear, there wouldn't be many regrets for things I have done, but rather for what I haven't done. For instance, I have yet to see the Northern Lights or walk at least some of the El Camino de Santiago. I have yet to see the redwoods in California or sip a bold red wine near the shadow of the Eiffel Tower. I have yet to visit the lands of my Viking ancestors or gaze out over the ruins of the Colleseum. I haven't ridden a bike through an Eastern European countryside or glimpsed cresting whales near an iceberg. The thought of leaving this
