If I could live my life again I would make more mistakes. I would try not to be so perfect, I would relax more, I would be sillier than I have been. In fact, I would only take a few things seriously. I would be less hygienic. I would take more risks, I would travel more, I would contemplate more sunsets, I would climb more mountains, I would swim in more rivers. I would go to places I have never been, I would eat more ice cream and less lentils, I would have more real problems and less imaginary ones. I was one of those sensible people who lived intensely and deeply each moment of my life; and, of course, I had some happy moments. But if I could live my life again I would try to have only good moments. Because, if you don’t know, that’s what life is all about. Live the moment. I was one of those who would never go anywhere without a thermometer,

a hot-water bottle, an umbrella and a parachute. If Icould live my life again, I would pack lighter. If I could live my life again, I would walk around barefoot from the beginning of Spring through the end of Fall. I would walk around my neighborhood, I would contemplate more sunsets and I would play more with the kids, only if I had a whole life ahead of me. But, as you noticed, I am 85 and I know I am dying.

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