I have resolved to live, as best as I can, such that I will have no regrets (or as few as possible) when I die.
Every day there are forks in the road. Some major, some minor. I resolve to choose the path that I feel compelled to take, according to the dictates of my own conscience.
I resolve to eschew making decisions to appease others.
I accept that along the way, I will make mistakes. I will get hurt. All of these will be made in process of making decisions that ring truest to my heart in that hour. The satisfaction of this integrity to self will be a salve which will heal any bruise or cut I sustain during my triumphant journey.
