You live a life in which the only reprieve from the deep dissatisfaction with your choices is the immeasurable pain which stems from watching everything you love and could have fought for be destroyed to make room for the objects of greater persons' wishes.
You finally die, the few people who you knew morn for the minimum time required. Not out of loss but out of the fact that you are not worth the effort it would take to justify their lack of sorrow to their acquaintances.