If I could live my life again. Next time, I would try to make more mistakes. I would not try to be so perfect, I would relax more. I would be sillier than I have been. I would take fewer things seriously.
I would be less fastidious. Accept more risks, I would take more trips, Contemplate more evenings,
Climb more mountains, and swim more rivers...I would go to more places where I have not been,
Eat more ice cream and fewer beans. I would have more real problems and less imaginary ones.
I was one of those people who lived sensibly and meticulously every minute of their life.
Of course I have had moments of happiness. But if I could go back in time, I would try to
have good moments only, and not waste precious time. I was someone never went
anywhere without a thermometer, a hot water bag, an umbrella and a parachute. If I could live again,
I would travel more frivolously. If I could live again, I would begin to walk barefoot at the beginning of the spring and I would continue to do so until the end of autumn.I would ride more merry-go-rounds,
I would contemplate more evenings and I would play with more children.
If I could have another life ahead.
But I am 85 years old you see, and I know that I am dying.