| When I die, I want to be able to say this. That through the course of my life, I've never taken a risk - even if I failed to succeed in certain endeavors - that I didn't want to take. When the time comes for me to lay myself down on the beach, and for the breath to ease from my body. Moments before the lazy surf begins to lap at me, toying with my form as the ocean contemplates eating my bones, I hope to be able to form those words one last time...
I regret nothing.
Or... On the flipside, I'd seriously enjoy screaming it as I was tossed from a moving vehicle, crushed by a meteor, struck by a series of lightning bolts, or impaled by the elongated claw of some maliciously minded demon. | 
