For All Who are Grumpy, Whining, Regretting, etc.....

And read the comments people have made below the video.

Loved the video, great way to think about this day, this moment !

Your last day might be today. Fill it with excellence and joys .

I’d love to have one of those endless August days during the summer after HS graduation and before going off to college. The days that seemed to go on and on and end with golden sunsets ripe with the anticipation and dreams of what the future held. The bitter sweetness of leaving lifelong friends and family behind, mingled with the bursting joy of what was to come! Looking back, this time for me mingled every feeling, good or bad, that I was to ever have.

I am now 84+ and I look back and see few friends. I grew up in a neighborhood with few young families in it. I "hung out" with my grandfather and his brother, my grand uncle as they did their business needs. The biggest group I had was when my Dad came home from the Navy after WWII and we moved from Texas to Kansas. The group of children was so big that a pecking order had developed and you found where you fit in by violence. Then we moved to a newer place with a smaller group, and I found my place the only I knew. From there, we moved to a suburb with no one my age. I had few friends in High School, grades were more important than friends. At College, I lived in a Frat house, but was too much like any large group I had known. It wasn't until I went to work for IBM in the local branch office, that I made a few friends both with fellow employees and customers. As a working stiff, I never went out drinking with fellow workers, I always came home to my wife and six children (created over time). I will admit that I often tended to work long hours to get the job done. As I got older, I advanced in my career which involved week-long meetings with customers and oher IBMers (seven such meetings a year out of town). I also had internal meetings every six weeks that lasted a week designing how to share data across networks (Distributed Data Management Architecture DDM). After I retired, I had very little contact with my co-workers. My "Best Friend" was my wife and I miss her a lot--she died of ALS in 2015. She became a Research Tech at Mayo working on researching the immune system definition. Charts have been printed that show the processes of the immune system. The charts are not complete. They have several areas marked where between steps in a process known as "Magic happens here!" She spent time and energy studying the magic and trying to find what was really going on. She helped redefine the structure of white blood cells or dendritic cells. The first microscopic pictures were two dimensional, one slice which showed dendrites (arms) coming off of the cells. Using an electron microscope, she took several pictures of the cell at different slices/levels of a cell. Then she built a 3-d model of the cell and dendrites became continuous veils. It is the veils that seem to grab offensive (bad) cells and destroy them.

She also helped Rochester, MN government verify the water source for the city water. Apparently Southern Minnesota has an underground lake below the Jorden rock layer (300-500 feet down) that supplies the water for most of the people from the Twin Cities south to the Southern border of Minnesota.

@cathyphillips A time of real innocence and joy. Would be so great to have back.

To be young again with the knowledge you have now. We would all make a new set of mistakes.

@carmine100 ha ha yes

@rollingf oh what a wonderful life and family you have made. I can relate to missing your brilliant and talented wife as I miss my dentist husband who was so smart. He had a heart attack at 49.

It seems we have many different ways of experiencing our lives.

I understood Ms Cordova's thought experiment to be (in short) "If you're unhappy today, imagine you're dying and you have one chance to come back and re-experience today."
(Today is the one day we can revisit before it's too late!)

When I'm gloomy, it almost always because I'm in a judging mood, judging myself, or my neighbor, or the world...and mostly myself.
Thinking of my past, even happy moments, doesn't make me happy. For me, memories are not here, they are away, vaguely objective, not real. I can't have them back.

If I re-start my day, it's usually by relaxing and enjoying the odor of lavender, watching my wife groom her dog, or thinking of a piece of music I love, and such. Nothing's changed and everything is changed. I've gotten out of myself.
I've not always been this way, but every day is a chance to get better at forgiving.
I'll try today.