When I was younger, I couldn’t wait for my birthday. My family didn’t have much, so I never received many gifts, I don’t even remember ever having a party, but I looked forward to being a year older. It was exciting. Each candle indicated I was becoming a man with new adventures on the horizon as I became independent. No dream was too big because I had youth on my side. I had all the time in the world to accomplish it. But not that I’ve grown older and have matured, each birthday candle makes me reflect on my life and I can’t help but think of how I’ve wasted my life in those years. The sad truth is most of us will waste our lives and not live it to the fullest, some not even remotely close. But what does it actually mean to waste your life and why does it haunt us?