I lost my life due to illness. I lost my career and never got married. Now at my 50ties I know there is no way to fix it.
I battled with depression and whatever assorted unnamed and unknown by medical science illness life threw at me. In many ways I fixed the physical problems. It took me decades but I am functional now. My problem is that I am 50 and I should start at 20... Life cant forgive that. Even one year of slipping out of your career can make the difference between having a job, wife and family and being a homeless, jobless, lonely looser.
All I wish is I was dead in an accident or something, but being still alive forces me to find a way to fix (again!) my life. I cant imagine what life will do with me from now on but I have no other choice than to live through it. I'm happy that years are reaching closer to the end and that we are not immortals.