View From 50,000 Feet At Age 70
Lamenting the unlived life?
Sorry, Robert Frost, but there are more than two roads to choose from in the woods. Or is there really only one?
Does life just take a circuitous route to get you where you were meant to go anyway?
Can you cry for the life unlived, while appreciating the life you’ve led, and acknowledge the blessings of both?