I'd Pick More
Daisies Written by an 87 year old Woman on her 87th Birthday
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I had my life to live over, I'd try to make more mistakes next time.
I would 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 more chances. I would
take more trips. I would climb more mountains, swim more rivers, and
watch more sunsets. I would ride more bicycles. I would eat more ice
cream and less beans. I would have more actual troubles and fewer imaginary
ones. You see, I am one of those people who lives prophylactically and
sensibly and sanely, hour after hour, day after day. Oh, I have had
my moments and, if I had it to do 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 each day. I have been one of those
people who never go anywhere without a thermometer, a hot-water bottle,
a gargle, a raincoat, and a parachute. If I had it to do over again,
I would go places and do things, and travel lighter than I have. If
I had my life to live over, I would start bare-footed 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. I'd pick more daisies. (Written by an 87 year old woman on her birthday) |
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