When I am old and lying in my hospital bed I will look around at the young nurses attending me as they gossip about their weekend. I’ll hear their joys and their sorrows but they will never hear mine. I will be a shadow to them. Just a used up elderly lady that probably never did anything exciting. I’ll look back on my life and scold myself for the things that I should have done differently. I’ll be angry that those young twits are enjoying their youth as I lie there waiting to die. Wanting to die just so I don’t have to hear them anymore. What would I change? What are those things that I wish so very much that I had done differently?
Should I have worked harder to earn a larger income? Should I have traveled? Should I have done more? What is this “more”?
Old lady in the bed, please tell me what it is that I should have done before it’s too late. Don’t just lie there waiting for your clock to stop ticking. Tell me what to do. I don’t want to lie in that bed with wishes in my head.