Every path is the wrong path

one day you'll, want to redo the choices you've made like, be something else but a corporate slave. One day you’ll curse working too much, maybe even wish you went against what your parents said

well, one day you’d wish you strove harder for better grades, you’d sigh for your major gives you  little pay,  be angry because  you didn't save up for retirement

either way, you’ll regret your life on your death bed