On your deathbed, it is said,
You will regret not the things you did,
But those you didn’t do.
Not the places you have seen,
But those you’ve never traveled to.
Not the jobs you’ve held,
But those you wished you did.
Not the lips you’ve kissed,
But those you always wanted to.
If this is so, what will happen then
If your life was mostly spent
In bold adventures, rainy tragedies,
Moments of enlightenment, and spicy love affairs
Between sheets of printed paper?
Will you then regret the books you’ve read,
Or those you didn’t?
The time you’ve wasted reading,
Or the time you’ve wasted dreaming?