Clock Talk
If I suddenly found I only had two weeks to live, I might regret the hours I've spent playing video games, chatting online, or vegging on the couch. So much of my time is spent idling, not improving myself or enjoying myself. I'd regret not writing more, not training more, not cooking more and not tasting more. I'd only have those regrets if I was dying, so I might not change things to make up for them immediately. If I were, though, I might sell all my possessions and fly to Europe, and eat at the cafes and restaurants of all those Mercer chefs I've only read about, die with a full stomach and a clear conscience. If you're dying, there's no reason to feel guilty about the pastries.