It is still time to life a live so you don’t need to be to sorry in the end.
I think it would be interesting to see what our generation’s regrets would be when we die
There must have been moments even that afternoon when Daisy tumbled short of his dreams—not through her own fault, but because of the colossal vitality of his illusion. It had gone beyond her, beyond everything. He had thrown himself into it with a creative passion, adding to it all the time, decking it out with every bright feather that drifted his way. No amount of fire or freshness can challenge what a man will store up in his ghostly heart.
THIS IS THE HAPPIEST GOAT I HAVE EVER SEEN OMFG JUST LOOK AT ITS FACE