Thinking of this moment as the last moment of my life; I close my eyes and see my life pass through in pictures and short clips.

The movie of my life pauses at moments I did not take time to tell loved ones how much I love them and how important they are to me. It pauses at moments I did not spend time with them thinking that life is long; I can always spend time later on. My heart is filled with sorrow for all these moments lost. For I realise that nothing is more important to me than them. For I realise that there is no other place I would like to be than with them.

My movie pauses at all opportunities lost. And I am filled with regret; to let a good opportunity go away for some reason which seems silly now. I repent that I did not do justice to everything that I am. I did not live fully. I did not live to become my best possible.

For some reason, I also remember small dreams which were put into background and long forgotten. These unfulfilled dreams hurt. I wish I had believed in them. I wish I had tried to make them come true.

As the movie ends, I feel – Is this it? Is this all what my life is going to be about? What kind of difference did my living make? What am I leaving behind?

Is this your story? I hope not. What does your movie tell you? And how can you make it better?

Update : Just a clarification – This is NOT my life story either