Regrets of the Dying
May 14, 2024
Bronnie Ware has lived a fascinating life in her 57 years.
An Australian author, songwriter, and motivational speaker, she is best known about the top deathbed regrets she heard during her time as a palliative care provider. They are described in her bestselling book, “The Top Five Regrets of the Dying,” a publication that has now been translated into 29 languages and read by over a million around the world.
Although the book is essentially a compilation of what was communicated to Ms. Ware by those in their last several weeks on this earth, the implications are poignant for anyone, causing each of us to examine our courage, priorities, and zest. For many readers it has brought about profound change, aroused new or dormant passions, and awakened set aside dreams.
The common themes:
1. I wish I’d had the courage to live a life true to myself, not the life others expected of me.
This regret was the most common. Within each of us, how many dreams have gone unfulfilled? There are obviously some to where talent or now age is going to be a limit such as becoming a professional athlete or actor. Might some of those passions be reinvented? Can you write about sports? Might you become a referee or umpire, even at the youth level? What about coaching? Aspiring thespians are often needed at community playhouses. Too old to perform? Check out these nonagenarians.
2. I wish I hadn’t worked so hard.
How often have we heard the bloviations of the “I work 70-80 hours a week.” Great! What have been the costs? In marriages and other relationships? For kids? Health?
This statement came from every male patient that Bonnie Ware nursed. Women also spoke of this regret, yet it was the men who were most wistful about so much of life spent on the treadmill of a work existence.
Does that resonate? Is there a vacation that needs to be planned? What about an attraction that’s a day’s trip away from your residence that’s been routinely overlooked? For those presently in a leadership role, what kind of an example might you demonstrate to your work team of how to live life in a healthy balance?
3. I wish I’d had the courage to express my feelings.
According to Ware many people suppressed their feelings to keep peace with others. I would not dismiss that sometimes “discretion is the better part of valor,” however to what extent has it contributed to a mediocre existence?
People are going to think what they’re going to think and the reaction of others is beyond our control. However, what is the cost of things left unsaid? To you? To the other person? To others who may be close to the situation and thereby impacted? Does something need to be said, an apology given, a forgiveness asked, or a pain or frustration finally shared? When will it happen?
4. I wish I had stayed in touch with my friends.
In an increasingly mobile and fast-paced world, how would you rate the intimacy of relationships with friends. I’m talking about those persons who you can actually pick up the phone, call, and easily pick up on conversation as if you spoke within the past few days. How long have those relationships now lasted?
It is common for anyone in a busy lifestyle to allow friendships to slip. Yet when faced with approaching death, the physical details of life fall away. Although those dying want to have financial affairs in order, it is not the money or status that holds true importance for them. In the end it all comes down to love and relationships. Who needs to hear from you today?
5. I wish that I had let myself be happier.
Fundamentally, happiness is a choice. Old patterns and habits are easy to get stuck in. Fear of change helps to complement the comfort of familiarity. It stifles our spontaneity in lieu of pretending to be others and accepting a “false” identity. Deep within, there is a yearning to properly laugh and experience silliness again to release that innermost child.
When you are on your deathbed, what others think of you is a long way from your mind. How wonderful to be able to let go and smile again…now.
My buddy, Toad, used to challenge me to a game when we were young teens. The premise of the contest was to randomly select an entry from the white pages of the Fort Worth Texas phone directory and “dial” the number. When the person responded with “hello,” the objective was to record how many times you could get the receiver to respond back with “hello,” before they hung up. After an exchange of ten connections each, scores were tallied and the most “hellos” were deemed champion.
Toad’s been my friend for now some 55 years. I need to call him up…and say hello.
The Seed Sower