If I had my life over, I would dare to make more mistakes.
I would relax.
I would limber up.
I would be sillier.
I would take fewer things seriously.
I would take more chances.
I would go more places.
I would climb more mountains, swim more rivers and watch more sunsets.
I would eat more ice cream and fewer beans.
I would have more real troubles and fewer imaginary ones.
You see, I have been one of those people who live prudently and prophylactically, hour after hour, day after day. Oh, I’ve had my moments… and if I had to do it again I would have more of them; one after another, instead of living so many years ahead of each day.
I have been one of those people who never go anywhere without aspirin, a thermometer, a gargle, a map, a raincoat and a parachute.
If I had to do it over, I would travel lighter.
I would start barefoot earlier in the spring and stay that way later in the fall.
I would keep later hours.
I would have more lovers.
I would throw more parties.
I would ride more merry-go-rounds.
I’d pick more daisies.
