there is something deeply frightening in the simplicity of the regrets people realize in their old age, where most of what they regret is just two or three actions away from living a completely different life.
At a family dinner, my uncle started complaining that menstrual products were a waste of wood because pads contain cellulose, which comes from trees. He kept insisting women in the old days survived without them anyway. My little sister looked at him and said, “Actually, your birth certificate was a waste of paper.” The table went completely silent.