If 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 climb more mountains, swim more rivers and watch more sunsets. I'd
travel and see. 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 hotwater 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 probably wouldn't make such good grades, but I'd learn more. I would
ride on more merry-go-rounds. I'd pick more daisies.
