I'm 26 years old and I believe I may have never have accomplished one single act of consequence. Once, I had planned to travel around the world and be a news reporter and now I'm a stay at home mom instead. The only travelling I get to do now is from the house to the supermarket! It's not that I'm complaining. I just wish I could've done something to fulfill that dream and be a mother at the same time.
I often wished now that when I was younger, I took my own life seriously. I seemed to believe there was some sort of practice life, something I could afford to play around with as if life offered second and third chances to get things right. I was always making clumsy, impetuous rushes toward nowhere.
But, now I realize what the true waste is. It's the failure to notice how much your family and true friends love and support you.