My dub brother's life is a perfect example of an unlived life.
He was dragged into the cult in his teens by our parents and took to it like a fish to water. He went to Bethel for four years but doesn't like to talk about it. Heaven only knows what happened to him there.
Then he married a dub, who, over the years, has steadily and quietly gone crazy. Literally. She's a shut-in who covers her windows with aluminum foil to keep out pollutants and demons. My brother has spent a fortune trying to find a (quack) cure for her. Never took her to a shrink, which is what she needed most. She's beyond help now.
He went into business with a dub friend, who bailed on him when the business started to go under.
He's now in his 60s, doing menial work, nursing a mentally ill wife, has no retirement funds, and is exhausted night and day. If he makes it to 70, I'll be very surprised.
His grades in high school were straight As. He could have been anything -- a doctor, lawyer, scientist -- anything.
But instead he devoted his life to misery in order to hold on to a lie.
Am I bitter about the WTS? You bet.