Over Again

Out of my old files, found a gem

Written by a Lady 85 years old, several months before her death, written as she contemplates, while she is sick, her own demise and her own dying.

If I had my life to live over again,
I’d dare to make more mistakes next time.
I would relax.
I would limber up.
I would be crazier than I have been on this trip
I know very few things I’d take seriously anymore
I would take more chances
I would take more trips
I would scale more mountains
I would swim more rivers and
I would watch more sunsets
I would eat more ice cream and less beans
I would have more actual troubles but fewer imaginary ones

You see I was one of those people who lived provocatively and sensibly and sanely, hour after hour and day after day.

Oh, I’ve had my moments and If I had to do it over again, I would have many more of them. In fact, I’d try to have nothing else,  just moments,
one after another, instead of living so many years ahead of my day.

I’d been one of those people who never goes anywhere without a thermometer, a hot water bottle, a gargle,  a raincoat, a parachute, a tape recorder, an iron, a hair dryer

If I could do it again, I would travel lighter much lighter than I have,
I would start barefoot earlier in the spring and I’d stay that way later in the fall and
I would ride more merry-go-rounds and
catch more gold rings and
greet more people and
pick more flowers
and dance more often
If I had to do all over again
but you see I don’t have it to do all over again.

  1 comment for “Over Again

  1. May 22, 2015 at 2:15 pm

    Greetings! Very helpful advice within this article!
    It’s the little changes that make the greatest changes. Thanks for sharing!

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