There is a record that has played in my mind for as long as I can remember. It questions everything I have, have not, or should have done. Suddenly, in mid-life, the record is quieting.
It’s one of the 5 Regrets of the Dying: I wish I hadn’t worked so hard. I think about it a lot when I go to bed at night or wake up in the morning and look at my days (and thus my life) and wonder, Am I doing this right? I’ve always been resistant to the 8-to-5. It leaves so little room for whims or creativity. A helpful person
More often than not, by doing your thing—as opposed to what you think you ought to be doing—you kindle a fire that helps keep the rest of us warm. Oliver Burkeman said this. He was a columnist for the Guardian, and his final piece has several bits of life wisdom like that. (It also has a brief treatise on why we shouldn’t listen to celebrities because they likely pursued fame