Michele wrote an interesting post about Forgotten Dreams.
Honestly, there isn't that much I haven't done in some shape or fashion. I haven't swam with a Great White Shark, but I saw one-yes it was in a tank, but in many ways that was better. At any rate, it was more comfortable.
I got some letters after my name, which I never use. I've owned homes and cars-the usual things people think about growing up. I even have my wonderful horse now. I've shared space with dogs and cats and birds and other amazing aimals. I've taken a few good pictures here and there and had my own office with a big wooden desk. I've almost made it to 50-which is something I never even intended to do.
It's a very strange head space to be in, living in a age you never imagined you'd reach or planned for. I've never had a terribly strong grip to this world or life. I wake up sometimes and think "oh, still here I see." I've been knocked out a few times and when I came to my first thoughts were always trying to figure out exactly "where" I landed, but I don't recall ever being disturbed by the notion that I might be dead.
When I was in Mexico having my lap band surgery, I realized a few seconds before they put me under that I was getting ready to be unconscious, alone in a foreign country, in a not so nice area of said country, and that no one in the family knew where I was. No one knew what the name of the sugery practice was or how to contact me, so if I didn't wake up or they threw me in the swamp, no one would even know where to look. "wow" I thought when that realization hit, and thanks in part to drugs, then next thought was "oh well, too late to worry about it now."
What I DID worry about was thinking hard about what I'd regret not doing if I didn't wake up and still had memories of this life. I really was sorry I'd never owned a horse. Really, I didn't think about telling so and so I loved them or any of that stuff you are supposed to think about.
A few years later, back in Oklahoma, going under for another surgery, my thought was "I don't care where I wake up as long as it feels better than I do now...."
A year or so after that, TRYING to wake up after falling off the horse, I thought "well shit, I had to have that horse didn't I?"
I've always considered myself to be a deep thinking kind of person-but when it comes to life and death stuff, I'm pretty damn simple.