I wish I could say that I wrote this, but I can't.
It was written to me long ago, by a special girlfriend.
Its words I find intriguing today, especially after the
past 8 - 9 years I have had dealing with cervical, lumbar
and other disease(s).
I hope you find some value in it.
If I had my life to live over again,
I'd try to make more mistakes next time.
I'd relax. I would limber up.
I would be sillier than I have been this trip.
I know of very few things; I would take seriously.
I would be crazier; I would be less hygienic.
I would take mores chances.
I would take more trips.
I would climb more mountains, swim more rivers,
and watch more sunsets.
I would burn more gasoline, I would eat more ice cream,
and eat more beans.
I would have more actual problems,
and have fewer imaginary ones.
You see, I am one of those people who lives their life
sensibly and sanely, hour after hour after hour, day after day.
Oh I have had my moments, and if I had to do it over again,
I'd have more of them.
In fact, I'd have nothing else. Just moments, one after another,
instead of living so many years ahead of each day.
I have been one of those people who would never go anywhere,
without a raincoat, a gargle, a hot water bottle, a thermometer,
and a parachute.
If I had it to do over again, I would go places, and do things
and travel lighter than I have in the past.
If I had my life to live over again, I would start barefoot earlier
in the spring, and stay that way later in the fall.
I would play hooky more.
I wouldn't make such good grades - except by accident.
I would ride on more merry-go-rounds,
and pick more daisies.
MBR to D - 1984