[ WP ] On your 60th birthday you find yourself on your death bed . In your last moments , 5 visitors enter the room . The visitors are the personification your past selves from age 10 to 50 . Instead of your life flashing before your eyes , they 've come to reflect on your life .

I knew I should have had more check ups, eaten healthier, and done more exercise. There's no use regretting it now, though. To much of my life has been spent regretting already. Lying now on my death bed, I realize that all of it was a waste. If I were content with what I had, I could have looked forward to what I could accom- There I go again, regretting the past. But the past is now all I have left. 
 
 The door opens. Four men and a boy of about 10 enter the room. They all look alike, like brothers. It takes me a moment to recognize them, but then I realize, they are all me from different points in my life. Each of them in turn comes up to me and greets me with a polite `` Hi''. I never was much of a talker. 
 Twenty-year-old-me speaks up, `` We have come to talk to you about your life. A lot of good has happened in your life''. `` No thanks to you'' coughs thirty-year-old-me. Forty-year-old-me curtly adds `` Oh you're one to talk, why did n't you ever start that business we were always talking about? `` `` Business? `` shouts 30-year-old, `` I was busy supporting us with a job, I did n't have time to start a business! Much good you did with that anyway, squandering all of my hard earned money on bad investments! ``. Fifty-year-old-me yells `` quiet down you two! It's both of your faults, you're the same person! You should have been out looking for a wife instead of fussing about money anyway!'' 
 
 I sigh, and take a deep breath. The pain in my chest is nearly unbearable, but turn to get out of bed anyway. Nobody tries to help, they are to busy arguing to even notice. I limp to the door, ten-year-old-me comes over to me. `` Where are you going? `` he asks. `` I may only have a few hours left of my life, but I am going to go out there and have fun, accomplish something. I am not going to spend my last hours in here arguing with myself! `` I open the door. As I leave I hear a crash as someone shoves someone else into a wall. I should be disgusted. I should be angry, but I am not. I am finally happy and looking forward to the short time I have in front of me. 
 
 Edit: a few badly autocorrected words
