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.