You know the cliché about your life flashing before your eyes just before you die? It’s true, and it’s terrible. In those moments before death, you don’t see loved ones or birthday parties or graduation or falling in love or your wedding day or your best vacation or anything, anything good.
No, you see your mistakes. All of them. Every missed chance, every bungled opportunity, every wrong choice, every consequence, every error in judgment, every left when you should have taken a right. In an endless parade, right before your eyes, right at the end, and it should take years, but it doesn’t; it takes only a few seconds. And it pretty much guarantees that when you die, you’ll go out regretful and deeply depressed.
That’s what happened to me, anyway: my well-deserved, miserable death.