If you were asked to choose who should live and who should die; which would you choose: yourself, or a young boy, a stranger to you, who has yet to live his life. Most people would, selfishly, choose themselves, while a small few would, willingly; choose to save him, because he deserves a second chance. I am a part of neither group. I belong to a third group, a group of one, namely me. I would pick the other person, not because I think he deserves to live, but because I feel that I don't. I believe that the world would be a lot better without me around to ruin other peoples' lives, with all of my mistakes and failure.
In a dream, I was asked this question, and, fully prepared to accept the conquences, I gave my answer. They, however, had one final question to ask me before I was given my fate. They asked me what I regretted most about not doing/experiencing during my time alive. Even though I was startled by this question, I still had an honest answer for them. "Love" I said, "I regret never being able to fall in love."