Stop and wonder?

Have you ever stopped, and I mean really stop for half an hour and wonder about your life? Wonder if you have been living it? Surviving has its difficulty, no one argues about that, but isn't living far more complicated? In my theory you only live life, if you stop and wonder... and after a careful wondering, you conclude that you have no regreats, have no shame, that you have reached your goals (or gotten near them), that you haven't missed a chance, that you haven't missed your all life, that your all life hasn't slipped through your hands like the sand in a beach.

There is this imperceptible line that separates health from insanity, from depressive behaviour, from pure sadness and disillusion... this line that once crossed can hardly be recrossed... this line that we face when we wonder about our life... this line that is so frightening that most people live their lifes without wondering, not even for a second, not even from an instant!

So I envie them. I envie them because it can be so painful, realising that you've wasted oportunities...
wasted love...
wasted life...