If I Had My Life To Live OverBelow is taken from
I want to share a story I read in the MBSR class that I just recently finished. It captures the sentiments of a woman close to the end of her life and her thoughts on what she would do differently if she had to do it over again.
I don’t know if I have this morbid thought process, but I often ponder this. What will I be grateful for when I’m at the end of my life. Will I be happy with how I lived? Will it matter how much money I made, how many businesses I started or how much work I put in to become ‘successful’ (a relative word in my opinion)? I’m ever cognizant of the fragility of life and what a gift it is. In fact, there’s no guarantee I will make it through this day..or tomorrow..or the next day.
What would life be like if we were to wake up to the moments? To not ‘live years ahead of each day’ as Nadine points out below. Personally, I think we’d all be a little more light-hearted and easier on ourselves. Sure life has its serious moments, but more and more I’m trying to carry my thoughts lightly, live in the moment and laugh a whole lot more. What about you?
If I Had My Life to Live Over
I’d like to make more mistakes next time. I’d relax, I would limber up. I would be sillier than I had been on this trip. I would take fewer things seriously. I would take more chances. I would climb more mountains and swim more rivers. I would eat more ice cream and less beans. I would perhaps have more actual troubles, but I’d have fewer imaginary ones.
You see, I’m not one of those people who live sensibly and sanely hour after hour, day after day. Oh, I’ve had my moments, and if I had to do it over again, I’d have more of them. In fact, I’d try to have nothing else. Just moments, one after another, instead of living so many years ahead of each day. I’ve been one of those persons who never goes anywhere without a thermometer, a hot water bottle, a raincoat, and a parachute. If I had to do it again, I would travel lighter than I have.
If I had my life to live over, I would start barefoot earlier in the spring and stay that way later in the fall. I would go to more dances. I would ride more merry-go-rounds. I would pick more daisies.
85 years old