Stolen from my new Brussels friend, Moji.
If I could I would live my life over.
This time I would try to make more mistakes.
I would try not to be so perfect,
I would laugh more.
I would be so much sillier than I have been that I would take few things seriously.
I would be less hygienic.
I would risk more, take more trips, contemplate more sunsets, climb more mountains, ford more streams.
I would go to more places I have never been.
I would eat more ice cream and fewer beans.
I would have more real problems and fewer imaginary ones.
I was one of those people who lived every minute of life sensibly and productively.
Of course I had moments of delight.
But if I were able to go back it would be for good moments only.
Because, if you don’t know it, that’s what life’s made of: moments.
Do not waste even this one.
I was a guy who never went anywhere without a thermometer, a hot water bottle, an umbrella, and a poncho.
If I could live my life again I would travel more lightly.
If I could live again I would start going barefoot when spring comes and not stop till fall’s long gone.
I would walk down more side streets, contemplate more dawns, and play with more children, if I had my life ahead of me again.
But, come now.
I am 85 years old.
I know I am dying.
Jorge Luis Borges – The Instant