What Do You Regret ?

A Nurse Asked Dying Patients What They Regret
These 5 Things Topped The List:

1. I wish I’d had the courage to live a life true to myself,
not the life others expected of me.
2. I wish I didn’t work so hard.
3. I wish I’d had the courage to express my feelings.
4. I wish I had stayed in touch with my friends.
5. I wish that I had let myself be happier.

For a good article on this topic, go to: www.liberalamerica.org/2014/06/18/dying-patient-regret/
By rjzip | 12/12/2014 08:59 PM | 6 comments
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  • Thanks for all the thoghtful responses. I especially love the Frost poem. Thanks Pirrip!! I had read it many years ago and found I still have the book of his poems which I am now back to reading. Nice gift at this time of year.
    rjzip 12/19/2014 10:25 PM
  • Almost everyone has some kind of regret in life. Some more significant than others. Mine is that I wish I hadn't wasted basically my entire career in a job and profession in which now that I'm older I'm treated like excess baggage. Wish I would have been a lawyer and gone for the money!!! :)
    BearinFW 12/18/2014 04:54 AM
  • Nice post zip, it reminded me of a book, Final Gifts. Drawn from over 20 years experience, two hospice nurses share their intimate experiences with patients at the end of their life. a beautiful and moving read.
    jacker 12/18/2014 12:00 AM
  • Friendship is something that is great at the time it happens. I don't wish to contact old friends because I was a different person 30+ years ago. I rather remember the good times and keep it that way. I look to meet new people, to grow and learn new things with him or her. Life is in constant motion and regrets will only be a blockade.
    nycbear 12/14/2014 01:47 AM
  • I wish I had made more friends and kept in contact with the ones that I did have, even going way back to high school and college.

    I think I have been reluctant to make new friends after a horrible thing happened 20 years ago when my best friend took his own life. He was a platonic heterosexual buddy who knew about my being gay. I often counted on him to be an objective observer and advisor. He was a Rennaissance man; well educated, well travelled. . . I don't think I will ever regain the courage to be that close to a friend again.
    rjzip 12/13/2014 06:56 PM
  • very true , love that, thinking i shall call some friends from whom im angry, life is too short
    middleeastern69 12/13/2014 06:02 PM