Memories, not regrets!

What do u think I’m thinking about?

Am I thinking about the place I wanted to go, but I couldn’t, because I was afraid of money?

Am I thinking about sky diving and scuba diving, which I wanted to do, but I couldn’t, because I was afraid of death?

Am I thinking about that sunset where I wanted to unfold the secret of nature, but I couldn’t because I was afraid of time?

Am I thinking about those nights when I wanted to roam around the city alone, but I couldn’t because I was afraid of loneliness?

Am I thinking about those days when I wanted to hear life stories of the unknown, but I couldn’t because I was afraid of strangers?

No,
Actually

I’m thinking about those photos I took of the place I always wanted to visit!

I’m thinking about my first scuba diving and the touch of those clouds during my first sky diving!

I’m thinking about happiness I felt after understanding that secret of nature!

I’m thinking about those lights in that city!

I’m thinking about those stories that I heard from those strangers!

This is what I’m thinking of myself in my 60s!

I want to think about those memories, not regrets!