It’s been a year since my brother died at 37. He drank himself to death. Why? Because he was full of regret and seduced by nostalgia.This is why I say nostalgia is a killer.
Let me explain…
A few years ago, I had a powerful recurring dream that has shaped the way I think about regrets. I was 37 at the time. I had the dream around 4 times in the span of s…