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If ...
 
I had my life to live over again,  
I'd try to make more mistakes.  
Next time,  
I would relax,  
I would limber up.  
I would be crazier than  
I've been on this trip.  
I know very few things  
I'd take seriously any more.  
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 fewer beans.  
I would have more actual troubles  
and fewer imaginary ones.  
You see I was one of those people  
Who lived prophylactically,  
Sensibly and sanely,  
Hour after hour  
and day after day.  
Oh, I've had my moments,  
and if I had to do it all over again,  
I'd have many more of them!  
In fact, I'd try not to have anything else:  
Just moments,  
One after another,  
Instead of living so many years  
Ahead of my day.  
I've been one of those people  
Who never went anywhere without:  
A thermometer,  
A hot water bottle,  
A gargle,  
A raincoat  
And a parachute.  
If I had it to do all over again,  
I'd travel lighter,  
Much lighter than I have.  
I would start barefoot earlier in the Spring,  
And stay that way later in the Fall.  
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 it to do all over again.  
But you see -  
I don't.  
 
from "Journal of Humanistic Psychology"  
written by an 82-year-old man  
dying and accepting death