Books about people who realize they've wasted their youth and want to make a change

books about people who realize they've wasted their youth and want to make a change

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>he didn't start reading in elementary school

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man, it's a tough thing. I'm like 26, and i feel today that i could have done so much more...just based on the things i want to do and i wish i could've started earlier in life you know

That's fine friend, nothing to be sad about. Enjoy all the way

You are who you are at any point in time and whatever decisions you make consist of what you consider best for the situation at hand. Life doesn't have a magical time bank where you can stash idle time and use it when you need it, it doesn't work like that for anyone. The only time you're wasting is the time you spend with self-pity.

oh no man, i know i could be much worse, i don't have depression, like the real deal. I'm not... generally stupid and i read a lot. but see... here's the thing: knowing what i know today, i wish i could have done more than played videogames and read comics and anime... i empathize with OP, don't know his background and chances are his history is worse... but, you know... i know the feeling, at least to a certain degree and hope he could make it through.

My diary desu

The Woman at the Washington Zoo
By Randall Jarrell

The saris go by me from the embassies.

Cloth from the moon. Cloth from another planet.
They look back at the leopard like the leopard.

And I....
this print of mine, that has kept its color
Alive through so many cleanings; this dull null
Navy I wear to work, and wear from work, and so
To my bed, so to my grave, with no
Complaints, no comment: neither from my chief,
The Deputy Chief Assistant, nor his chief—
Only I complain.... this serviceable
Body that no sunlight dyes, no hand suffuses
But, dome-shadowed, withering among columns,
Wavy beneath fountains—small, far-off, shining
In the eyes of animals, these beings trapped
As I am trapped but not, themselves, the trap,
Aging, but without knowledge of their age,
Kept safe here, knowing not of death, for death—
Oh, bars of my own body, open, open!

The world goes by my cage and never sees me.
And there come not to me, as come to these,
The wild beasts, sparrows pecking the llamas’ grain,
Pigeons settling on the bears’ bread, buzzards
Tearing the meat the flies have clouded....
Vulture,
When you come for the white rat that the foxes left,
Take off the red helmet of your head, the black
Wings that have shadowed me, and step to me as man:
The wild brother at whose feet the white wolves fawn,
To whose hand of power the great lioness
Stalks, purring....
You know what I was,
You see what I am: change me, change me!

op here, this is basically the scoop for me. just went through another completely eventless saturday.

26 too and i can really relate
it's ok though, because at least we realize now and we can do our best to work and make up for it
some people don't realize until much later in life