I have to confess, Linda, that when I first glanced at this story--drawn by the headline--then saw the astounding number of claps and views it received, my first thought was . . . of the green-eyed monster variety. How the hell does she manage that? Then I read the story and got my answer.

Superb.

You write: "Know what the top regret of the dying is? They wish they’d had the courage to live a life true to themselves instead of doing what other people expected them to .I can’t die that way. I can’t."

I feel that way too. For the most part, I've lived my life that way. It tends to produce a bit, or a lot, of guilt and reflections on selfishness, or what exactly selfishness means

But I've done it anyway and, like Piaf, 'non, je ne regrette rien.'