7 Choices You’ll Regret At The End of Your Life

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One successful entrepreneur reflects on his last conversations with his father, who died unexpectedly at 54, and vows not to live a life of regrets.

“At the end of our lives we all ask: Did I live? Did I love? Did I matter?” ~Brendon Burchard

In April of 2012, my father died at the age of 54. He was relatively young, and his death was a shock. As I sat thinking during his funeral, I kept replaying the last few conversations we had.

The one thing he said in those conversations was he wished he had done more. He told me he had so many dreams and goals that he had never done anything about. He told me to learn the lesson he never learned: don’t die with regret.

Most people spend 40-60 hours of their week working. When you spend that much time doing something, it will affect your life one way or another. If you’re doing work that makes you miserable every other part of your life will be affected.

His death was a wake-up call and started me on a journey where I lost 170 pounds, moved from Milwaukee, Wisconsin to our dream designation of Maui, Hawaii. I left a job I was miserable at to follow my dream of writing.

Along the way, I learned seven key lessons to not living a life of regret. Here are seven choices you’ll regret at the end of your life if you don’t do something about them today.

  1. Not truly living. Too often we let our doubt and fear hold us back from the incredible life we all can live. We have so many things we want to do in life yet never do. Truly living doesn’t mean you’re skydiving every other day. It means you don’t hold back; you chase those dreams. You ignore those doubts and create that amazing life. It means that no matter how many times you fall, you get back up and keep pushing forward.
  1. Not chasing your dreams. Most people spend 40-60 hours of their week working. When you spend that much time doing something, it will affect your life one way or another. If you’re doing work that makes you miserable, every other part of your life will be affected. There are opportunities all around us, and people are making their dreams a reality as you’re reading this. It’s not going to be easy, and it will take time, but it will be worth it.
  1. Accumulating too much stuff. When we moved to Hawaii, we were shocked by how much stuff we had. We go through life getting things and saving them; we’re afraid to throw things away that we don’t use. Generally, if you haven’t used something in the last year, you probably don’t need it (there can be exceptions of course). That stuff creates clutter, which will lead to stress. At the end of your life, you won’t remember any of that stuff but you will remember any incredible experiences.
  1. Letting jealousy win. Unfortunately, jealousy is a part of human nature but there are some who know how to deal with it. If you can’t control jealousy, you’ll live a life of regret. Be grateful for your life. Be thankful that you are alive. You may not have as much as someone else but you can and you will if you do something about it.
  1. Constantly comparing yourself to other people. As I made big changes in my life, one way I measured my progress was comparing my results to what others were doing. I learned the hard way that comparing yourself to others only leads to bitterness and heartache. Your journey is YOUR journey and shouldn’t be compared. Make changes at your pace. As long as you’re moving forward you’ll get there. If someone gets there before you, congratulate him or her and then focus on your journey. Getting caught up in the comparison game won’t help you.
  1. Letting negative people hold you back. We’re excited to tell our friends or family about changes we’re making in our lives. Sometimes they’re not as excited as we are, and sometimes they’re even negative. If you want to move forward, you have to stay away from negative people. Negative people aren’t happy with themselves and will poison your progress. Pretty soon you’ll start to believe what they’re saying and quit. Get rid of the negative and you’ll live a happier life.
  1. Starting tomorrow. We always think we have more time when the reality is we’re not guaranteed a tomorrow. Every day is a gift, and we should live each day as if it were the last. The time to start isn’t tomorrow because tomorrow may never come. Start today and tomorrow you’ll be close to living out your dream. Start today and you won’t die with regret in your heart.

I can tell you from personal experience that chasing your dreams is hard work. There are many ups and downs. There are many days when you want to quit.

The best thing you can do is to take it one day at a time. Instead of focusing on the big changes you want to make, focus on waking up and doing what you have to do that day. As you take it one day at a time, you’ll look up after a while and realize you there.


Life is too short to spend even a single moment miserable. Chase those dreams and create that amazing life. Come to the end of your life with a smile on your face knowing that you have no regrets.

How are you living a life of no regrets? 

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Originally published on Huffington Post.


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About Kimanzi Constable

I used to deliver bread for a living, now I write. You can see my words in cool places such as the Huffington Post, Entrepreneur Magazine, Mind Body Green, the Good Men Project, Fox News, and many more. My books have sold over 100,000 copies and my new book, Stop Chasing Influencers, drops later this year. In the last three years, I’ve lost 170 pounds and moved our family to Maui, Hawaii. My goal is to help you create freedom in your work, health, and relationships and live your dream life. Join me at KimanziConstable.com and Kimanzi Constable on Facebook.


  1. I read a book in full (out loud) to my wife over the last couple of days.

    My wife loves being read to. And I love reading to my wife.

    She has been by my side over the last twenty or more years and been around when others have not.

    She was with me on the island of Fuerteventura in 2002 when I dreamed of my father’s death.

    It was not the first dream of that kind I had experienced – but it was the most vivid. I’ll tell you about it if you like..

    We were on the island with our two young daughters – our first family holiday since our youngest was born.

    Fuerteventura is the windiest of all the Canary Islands and is situated just a stone’s throw from Africa. It is hot and sunny all year round.

    One morning, Ros (my wife) was reading a book on the beach so I decided to take the girls down to the edge of the sea to give her a little time and space to read in peace.

    When we arrived by the water’s edge a local Spanish woman was feeding bread to the fish. She was dressed as most of the older Spanish women do in black. She said a short prayer quietly after casting the bread into the sea, faced the sun and made the sign of the cross while my two little girls stood and watched a dozen or so small fish gather to nibble on the bread.

    I was never really religious. We were christened Roman Catholic but after being refused entry to the local catholic school my brother and I drifted away from the church and grew up like most kids we knew – aware but not the least interested in following any particular path.

    After the local woman had finished feeding the fish she turned and left the beach.

    I remember my eldest daughter asked what she was doing as the lady made the sign of the cross and I told her quietly that the lady was thanking God for it being such a nice, warm day.

    We got the girls to sleep early that day and Ros and I fell into a deep sleep sometime around midnight.

    In the morning I woke and told my wife I had experienced the most vivid dream.

    She laughed and told me I was always having strange dreams – to which I replied “But this was very different – not like a dream – like something I haven’t known before. It felt real – but more real than I can explain”

    So Ros asked me to try. This is what I told her;

    I was standing at one end of a long, white, narrow corridor. It was brilliant white, from the floor to the roof and at the far end of the corridor there was a door.

    I could see a lady I knew standing beside what looked like an altar of some sort towards the middle of the corridor, about half-way along. I walked towards her and as I got closer she turned and handed me a cloth – it was about the size of a hand towel – and looked old and discoloured.

    I took the cloth from her and continued along the corridor towards the door at the far end, holding the cloth out in front of me with both hands. I remember thinking it looked very old.

    I opened the door at the end of the corridor and made my way through it, still holding the cloth in my hands.

    Suddenly, the door closed behind me and I was standing in total blackness – not a glimmer of light – nothing.

    In an instant I felt my body being shot upwards at a terrific speed. The cloth was still in my hands and I held it out at arm’s length in front of me as I felt my body being carried hundreds and maybe thousands of feet into the blackness above me.

    I looked at the cloth in my hands and watched a face appear from it – the nose first, followed by the lips and finally the eyes. Until the outline features of a face appeared on the cloth. I remember feeling terrified.

    Then the force that had lifted me upwards began to push me forward through the space. I was aware of how much force was moving me and yet I felt no air and no resistance against my skin as my body was rocketed through the blackness.

    I stared at the face and could see the eyes turn from brown to vivid blue. And then a voice spoke to me and asked;
    “Do you believe?”

    I was so scared at this point that I answered “Yes!” – knowing in my own mind that all I wanted was to be back safe on the ground – away from wherever this place was.

    The force carried me on through the blackness. Again, the voice asked;
    “Do you believe?”

    Again, I answered “Yes!”.

    Still the force pulled and pushed and ripped my body through the blackness at a speed and with such force that I believed my life was about to end. I stared at the cloth I was still holding onto. The face in it looked back at me and flames appeared from where its eyes had been, moving out from the cloth towards me.

    Then the voice asked me for a third time;
    “Do you believe?”

    And I heard myself say “I accept death”.

    Instantly I found myself back on the ground. It was night time and I was standing alone outside the small, terraced house I grew up in. My parents home.

    The house was on fire. Consumed by flames so ferocious it looked as though the building would burn to the ground.

    I knew what I had to do though.

    I lifted the latch from the tall, wooden gate and made my way up the footpath towards the house.
    I pushed open the door and walked through the flames into the centre of the house.
    I could see three dogs running around in a panic in the flames and at first I began to shout at the dogs to come to me so that I could help them – but the more I shouted and the more I became upset and fearful – the more the dogs were driven towards the fire.
    Suddenly, I felt calmness come over me and I sat down on the floor.
    I called the dogs to come to me and they did, sitting down beside me for a moment before I got to my feet and led them out through the flames.
    We left the house and I woke – remembering the dream in detail – as I still do today.

    I told everyone that would listen about the dream – because I found it entertaining and I knew others would too. Most people I told laughed and shared their own dreams with me.

    The lady in the corridor was a work colleague and when I told her about the dream she said with a smile that someone had been praying for me – I laughed and told her I was beyond prayer!

    A week or so after we got home, I phoned my parents as I did most weeks back then. I spoke with my mother for a few minutes and then she handed the phone to my father.

    We spoke about soccer for a while and then I decided to tell him about the dream – but I couldn’t.

    As I began to talk about the dream I found myself close to tears.
    I tried to tell him how vivid it had been and found my words stuck. I could feel my voice shaking and knew suddenly that the dream was about my father’s death. He knew too and told me to tell the dream to my mother, handing the phone back to her so that I could finish the call.

    He was a fit man but while we’d been away he had had a fall while out walking one evening – he died of a heart attack a week after we got home, a few days after our last phone call.

    Since my father’s death, I’ve searched for meaning in many things. I’ve looked at life in a way that I never thought I would. I’m still battling to find a purpose and understand where I fit in and what I am here to do. I know there are things in this world I will never fully understand or be able to explain.

    What really matters though – is that I know life is much more than the little piece of time and space you and I are occupying right now.

  2. You wonder how many people regret the harm that they have inflicted on people especially in their climb to the top of their profession?

  3. This was a great article, and many wonderful comments. To the people making wonderful life changing moves kudos to you! And congratulations. I work as a CPA, and I recently hit age 50. I have to say in my world most people, and most clients are just struggling to get by each week. As best I see it, the generation a bit older than me made it through. They managed to retire often with a company paid for pension and sometimes medical benefits, often working for the same company most of their lives. Those my age and younger face a somewhat different world. I started my change by selling my home in 2010. I downsized to live as small as anyone can live, but live much happier. But the fact remains that retiring to Maui or selling tons of acres of land or other huge assets is an option available to very few people. I think in the end more people will wind up living together, sharing their last years pooling resources and having company. Sorta like it was many years ago. When I hit 50 I felt I had lived wrong much of my life worrying about work, stressed out, taking care of everyone but myself. I hope to make a difference in this world. Even if I do not make it to some sort of personal utopia people will know me as a person that gave up most material things to be there to put heating oil in my best friends tank when he had no money and his family was cold, or who took the time and burden of helping someone off a drug problem , or who drove a car with 200k miles on it in order to pay cash for his daughters college. But whatever I do I feel I am not doing enough for others, others have far less than even what I have. My happiest moments were when I was working in a soup kitchen or delivering meals to elderly people during the holidays or teaching CCD in innner city schools. This article was a strong reminder to do even more, to make more changes, to take the time now. I really appreciate it.

  4. I thought this was important to remember, I want to bottle it up and feed it to my kids, as they enter adolescence.

    The only thing I have an issue with the is “negative people” comment.
    There have been many times when someone was negative about something I wanted, but I ignored them, when I should have been evaluating what they were saying.
    Negative feedback is not always destructive. Instead, use it as a constructive counterpoint to evaluate a choice.

  5. Dawn Hendriex says:

    My Dad was only 52 when he died. I was 14. After many ups and downs in my own life, after some significant life changes, including the ending of an abusive relationship, and most significantly, a car wreck that brought me to terms with my own mortality, I made some significant changes to my own life…I did much soul-searching for about 2 years beginning in my 50th year. I sought counseling for the PTSD associated with the trauma of the abuse I endured, and some time during a session, told my counselor when I was 50, that I believed, just as my father crossed over a threshold, that my 52nd year would be significant, and would also have me crossing over to a new life for myself. Within the last year, I made a decision to sell everything, including my acreage and home that I’ve lived in for the last 18 years. I wanted to live on the water, instead of land locked Oklahoma. It is a beautiful state, but I wanted more. lmet and fell in love with an incredible man who rocks my world, & I rock his! Three months ago, I bought a 43 foot sailing yacht in Cortez, Florida, that is being outfitted as I write for world cruising and a liveboard lifestyle. I have lost friends over this decision. People are worried about me! I even had a few of my closest friends do an attempted intervention on my decisions. I am one of the people that I used to think was crazy. & I am the happiest I have ever been. I wrote this recently. Hope you enjoy it.

    My Mid-Life Crisis! Written by Dawn Hendriex June 17, 2014.

    Yes. I AM IN A MID-LIFE CRISIS! And I am SO freaking happy to be here.

    The ONLY difference between those of us who are in a mid-life crisis and those who aren’t is AWARENESS. At 51, with eyes wide-open, in this game of life, I have already passed my first two quarters. The half-time is over, folks…I did my time in the locker room and re-evaluated where I was in the game. I mended my injuries, put on the bracing and protection. I took another close look at the playBook. I got good coaching and help from the trainers. I developed a sound strategy for the second half. And now, here I am, back on the field. Right now, in this game, I am so AWARE that I am behind in the score, and the clock is ticking.

    THE CLOCK IS TICKING, folks. It won’t slow down for any of us.

    My halftime evaluation revealed that I’ve played the first half from my head. I played safely. It STILL got me hurt. At times, I chose to sit the bench and watch others play, and secretly wish I could play with such fervor with which I saw some on the field playing. But, to do that would have meant RISK. So I sat and watched, with the clock still ticking, instead of really getting in the game. And when I did play, I know, from the stands, through the eyes of the spectators watching me, it might have appeared I’ve played risky or “balls to the wall”, but I KNOW privately that often, I’ve played off my heels, instead of from my toes. With the clock ticking, I played it safe. I played “to not lose”, instead of playing to WIN.

    And still, the clock is ticking. And I’m still behind. And now, with this “crisis”…with this keen awareness, I realize that every second that falls off that clock is creating in me a little more pressure to play harder. To play, not just with my head, but with all of my gut and all of my heart. Listen, I’ve got SKIN in this game. It’s MY game. Time is running out. I want to not only play with sound strategy, but also I need to just move my freaking feet because NOW I’m in the CLUTCH. To hesitate even for a second is to at the very least be run over, or in the worst case scenario, to miss an opportunity to score! Even when I don’t know certain plays all that well, if I MOVE, I am at least committed to something. If I choose to play off my toes with eyes forward, I’m so much more likely to make something spectacular happen, than if I play tentatively.

    I am so TIRED of playing to not lose.

    My name is Dawn Hendriex, and, yes, I’m in the middle of a mid-life crisis.

    I’m in the game, and time is running out. No more sitting the bench. No more playing tentatively. The plays we remember usually happen in the clutch, and in the second half. The pressure brings out the best in the players who choose to play under pressure. The closer to the end of the game, the more important the strategy and intensity.

    No more trying not to lose.

    I’m in it to WIN it.

  6. i am a lonely man. i am morely affected by my past and much of my future, anyway, i am presently doing well and i have my achievements too. however, i dont know why i am always dramatic or what. i am just feeling isolated and lonely. and badly, i am easily affected by movies i am watching and books i am reading. and sometimes i feel that i am living a wrong spirit and body. i dont know. am 21. any help… please… thank you

  7. BTW. I read a fortune Cookie the other day that said a life without daring adventure is not a life at all. I don’t think that means jumping out of perfectly good airplanes. But we as a whole are so afraid of what others think about us when we want to experience anything in our lives. More so than jumping out of a perfectly good airplane. That somehow gives us ego. Other things we want to be and do are shoved aside for fear of what others will say. How really sad is that?????

  8. That is an issue with many many people, kimanzi. This culture can offer too many choices that people are paralyzed. My dreams are fulfilled. No drama in my life, great relationship with my wife, career coming to an end at MY choice, and have really all the stuff I could ever want or need, except less of it. That may be my next dream. Giving it all away. It’s just stuff. Most require maintenance. That’s a bummer. I have a sports car I truly love and when I pass I could easily give it to someone who I know would love it as much as I do and not see it as an asset.

  9. But, what when you don’t know what your dreams are? or when your yearnings change every day?

  10. As long as most of the parts of our body works as we want them then there’s no reason of regretting or feeling low…if we still feel low or regret about life we’re having then please look at those who can’t walk, run, swim, ski, surf, jump, peddle or drive…we’re all in perfectly best condition already. Celebrate !!!

  11. We are taught to pursue goals that others value and appreciate, not the goals that we truly wanted, and therefore we don’t get real satisfaction from life. Check this out, it’s a functional guide that helps you find your own answers: http://www.alkuajatus.org

  12. You’re amazing, Mr. Kimanzi. You’re an inspiring bush shaker.

    I attempt to keep a “no-regret life” on the relational level. Loving deeply and freely covers, prevents, and eliminates so many unwanteds. Honesty and candor opens the way for meaningful conversations. I love to give people hope—a light inside the tunnel. Lord, help me to live a no-regret life.

  13. Important topic Kimanzi. When I was eleven years old we would go see my grandma every Sunday. I remember asking my dad why we had to go see her every Sunday. (I really did love seeing my Grandma) I will never forget hes words, “She may not bee with us much longer.” – That December she would pass away. And little did I know that just two months later my dad would die. He was 54. Each and everyday is precious. No excuses, no regrets we need live each one to the fullest.

  14. I learned years ago to do the 80 year old rocking chair test and look at my life from the perspective of an 80 year old. Most people will find that their quality of relationships were the most important. People feel that collecting stuff and things make them happy but that happiness is only temporary if at all. Check out my blogs at blog.myhelps.us

  15. Some great lessons Kimanzi. A good reminder to live fully in the present. I too left my career as a veterinarian to pursue that which I was drawn to pertaining to coaching men to be all they are created to be. Interestingly, I noted those same lessons along my journey.

  16. “Constantly comparing yourself to other people…..”

    I was so focused on myself and my own career that I never realized someone close to me was envious of what I had and where I was going….as I climbed the rungs of higher education and got closer to my ultimate goal, he got more and more negative…this was surprising to me since he was so encouraging and positive in the beginning….I think he preferred me being the quivering, fearful and anxious little student instead of the increasingly confident, ambitious, and aggressive woman I was becoming….When he looked at me, I think he was only thinking about what was lacking in himself…and somehow I was to blame for making him feel bad about himself…he had a lot of regrets in his life, but perhaps he had to look in the mirror and face the blame himself…

    • Wow, now that’s a story that needs to be written about. Have you? It really does put things into perspective. What ended up happening if you don’t mind me asking? Did you reach your ultimate goal and what happened to him?

      • I did reach my educational goals and career goals…I never knew he wanted the same…he never really said that that was his plan….

        He got really antsy when I got into grad school, as if he knew it was the beginning of the end, despite all my assurances…it was exhausting trying to reassure him all the time…I was walking on eggshells all the time…

        I finally got the courage to end it…and then I never saw him for the longest time….long story short…I found out many, many years later that he wanted exactly what I had…and he got it….and entered grad school, too, a few years after I did…and did the next step in career training…he appeared out of the blue one day and frightened me…I think he wanted to shove it in my face: “Look, see, I did it, too…”

        Frankly, I was shocked…he had kept so much secret from me…it was as if there was another whole person he kept secret inside…one with secret dreams and aspirations…

        • Sorry to hear that but very happy to hear you reached your goals! I know you’ll be happier for sticking to the right path for yourself 🙂

        • In perspective, leia, perhaps he was most afraid of losing you rather than gaining what you were getting. My college roommate was phi beta kappa and he and I had a huge argument. He was all about his climb and his future wife would dote on him and his desire. My view was that I would support my future wife to help her get whatever she wanted because either way I’d get my corvette and I’d have my love too. Lol! Guess what? Over time in a different way than I expected I got exactly both.

          I do not hold myself back. If I want to do something I do it. I get plenty of negativity but I hurt noone else in my pursuit so I just shrug them off. I’m a happy guy. Except for the too much stuff I accumulated over the years. That was dumb youth. 🙂

        • Tom Brechlin says:

          Good for you Leia! ….. all I suggest though, is that you incorporate “fun” in your life.

  17. Tom Brechlin says:

    Thank you Kimanzi …. I always liked what Rozalind Russel said in the movie “Auntie Mame” … “Life is a banquet and most poor bastards and starving to death.” And isn’t that the truth, there is so much out there to experience.

    • Tom, I want to do it all! Well.. as much as I can. Any tips Tom with your life experience on how to balance and where to focus?

      • Tom Brechlin says:

        Follow your instinct. I was in my mid 50’s when I snowboarded the first time. I really sucked at it but was fun. I’d never been on ski’s. Sadly it was at a roller skating party that I screwed up my rotator cuff. It’s all in how you land ….

        One thing became perfectly clear is that the older you get, the more inhibited I became. Best to start early and go for it. I came real close to sky diving. Unfortunately I believe in some omens so while a few friends and I were driving to the small airport to “do it” a news report came on the radio stating that a plane of sky divers had crashed on take off…. I remember my words as clear as if I said them yesterday “Hell, they didn’t even get off the ground …. I’m out.”

        Overcome your self inflicted phobias. I’m claustrophobic and I can’t tell you how many times I stepped away from potentially “cool things” until I fought it in my head and just “did it.” The momentary panic goes away. I’m a good swimmer but I would only swim where I could be comfortable as to where the bottom was. That changed in the Caribbean ….. once I was past the panic, you couldn’t keep me out of the water. Scuba gear, very confining especially with the straps (claustrophobia) ….. But I got over it.

        Have fun making a fool of yourself. Stop caring what other people think. A couple of weeks ago I was walking down our “main street” with my 5 year old grandson. He climbed up on a 3 foot retaining wall and balanced walked and SO DID I. Couple a teens were looking at me like I was nuts …. Like I gave a crap.

        My wife and I still occasionally go to midnight showings of Rocky Horror Picture Show and yes, we take squirt guns, umbrellas and TP.

        I think a lot of people hold themselves back because of the inhibitions they build in their own minds. We are as restricted as we want to restrict ourselves. Having grand-kids (5 and 2) kind of gave me and my wife some re-birth,new energy. Oh yeah, we have more aches and pains at the end of the day but it’s nothing that ointment can’t help.

        And BBQ’s? If you say “no water balloons” you may as well be guaranteed that I will have them.

        Sadly, I have some health issues so I have to watch myself. Having had 6 heart attacks is concerning but not worth building a protective wall around me.

        If you have inhibitions, identify what they are, figure out why you have them and get rid of them. I believe in cognitive therapy and is something I learned years ago in the corporate world where we provided programs to help staff identify what’s stopping them from succeeding. Some of my staff could sit down with a corp exec and a couple of other people and be fine giving a presentation but if you put them in front of a couple hundred people, they’d freeze. It meant going back into their subconscious, identifying what it was that placed that barrier and put it into perspective. Maybe when the person was a kid that they crashed and burned when they spoke in front of their class .., who knows but it’s a matter of figuring out that which has placed limits on ourselves.

        My first heart attack happen when I was driving in heavy snow. I have to tell ya, when we’d have a heavy snow, I would go into a cold sweat. I had to pull that out of my head and put it in perspective that it wasn’t “snow” that gave me a heart attack. Years ago I was in a minor plane crash where we ran off the runway in a blizzard. That was early in my corp career. …. 25 years in that career, ALL my jobs required an average of 75% plane travel.

        Every time you have that bad feeling, that bad event, know it and do whatever you can to get over it and move on.

        LOL, I guess I may have given you TMI? To bad for you….. Thanks for asking.

  18. Tom Brechlin says:

    Given the fact that I am nearing the end of my life, I would agree with everything you’ve stated. One thing I would add is to let go of the regrets in that they will slow you down. …. . no sense dwelling on “Coulda woulda shoulda”

    I would also like to say that what I did or didn’t do makes me who I am today and I’m good with who I am. My kids get upset when I tell them that I’m ready to go any time God wants me. It’s not that I’m giving up, I’m simply okay with my nearing the end. I’ve changed my life in a lot of ways. My relationship with God is good and it’s never been more on track. And for me that’s what this stage of my life is all about.

    A lot of people plan for their mortal lives, as they should, but few truly plan for the end of life, that for some of us, our ending up with God is the ultimate goal. It’s an area of my life that I’m working on fine tuning.

    I am truly enjoying my life. I have plans and hope and pray that I will be able to complete them. If I had regrets, I’ve let them go.

    • Powerful Tom, very powerful. Thank you for putting things into perspective. You’re right, if we do make it to that point we have to let go of regret. I do hope the younger man who reads this takes away the fact that he can do something right now to avoid coming to the end with regret. I hope they realize how short life truly is and today is the day to do something about those dreams and big changes.

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