Moments* by Jorge Luis Borges

If I could live my life again

I would make more mistakes.

I would try not to be so perfect,

I would relax more, I would be sillier than I have been.

In fact, I would only take a few things seriously.

I would be less hygienic. I would take more risks,

I would travel more, I would contemplate more sunsets,

I would climb more mountains, I would swim in more rivers.

I would go to places I have never been,

I would eat more ice cream and less lentils,

I would have more real problems and less imaginary ones.

I was one of those sensible people

who lived intensely and deeply each moment of my life;

and, of course, I had some happy moments.

But if I could live my life again

I would try to have only good moments.

Because, if you don’t know, that’s what life is all about.

Live the moment.

I was one of those who would never go anywhere

without a thermometer,

a hot-water bottle, an umbrella and a parachute.

If I could live my life again, I would pack lighter.

If I could live my life again,

I would walk around barefoot from the beginning of Spring

through the end of Fall.

I would walk around my neighborhood,

I would contemplate more sunsets and I would play more with the kids,

only if I had a whole life ahead of me.

But, as you noticed, I am 85 and I know I am dying.

*This is my own translation of the poem Instantes by Jorge Luis Borges.