If I could live my life over again.
In the next one I'd try to make less mistakes.
I wouldn't try to be so perfect, I'd relax more.
I'd be more foolish than I have been, in fact
I'd take very few things seriously.
I'd be less hygienic.
I'd run more risks, make more trips, watch
more sunsets, climb more mountains, swim more rivers.
I'd go to more places that I'd never been before, I'd eat
more ice cream and less peas, I'd have more real problems
and less imaginary ones.
I was one of those people who lived every minute of his life
sensibly and prolifically; of course I had moments of joy.
But if I could go back I'd try to have
just good moments.
In case you don't know, that's what life is made of, just moments;
don't miss the present.
I was one of those who never went anywhere without a thermometer,
a hot water bag, an umbrella and a parachute;
If I could live again, I'd travel lighter.
If I could live again, I'd walk barefoot since the beginning of
spring and keep that up until fall is over.
I'd take more rides on the merry-go-round, watch more sunsets
and play with more children, if I had my life in front of me once more.
But I'm already 85 years old and I know I'm dying.