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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. |
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from "Journal of Humanistic Psychology" |
written by an 82-year-old man |
dying and accepting death |
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