99 on your death bed

Life has no rules, or goals, or inherent meaning. Anything like that, society creates for us. It's not real.

We, us individuals, are in charge. Of all of it.

And it's a bit overwhelming.

I sometimes have no idea how to choose what's important to me and no one else. Over the last couple of years I've been narrowing it down until I got to three different, completely incompatible, lives. I didn't know which was the most important.

What got me to define my #1 was this question:

You’re 99 years old on your death bed, and you got the chance to come back to right now.

What would you do?