If I had my life to live over, although I had made lots, I'd dare to make more mistakes next time. I'd relax; I'd limber up. I would be sillier than I have been this trip. I would take fewer things seriously. I would take more chances. I would climb more mountains and swim more rivers and seas. 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, although my life is like a soap opera, I'm one of those people who lived sensibly and sanely hour after hour, day after day. Oh, I 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 the other, 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 it to do over again, I would travel lighter than I have. I would probably just carry clean underwear, that I can't live without.
If I had my life to live over again, I would start barefoot earlier in the spring and stay that way later in the fall. I would go to more poetry reading; I would ride more merry-go-rounds and probably do sky-diving once every month. I would pick more daisies. Roses would kill me. Haihh.. Life. Oh, but wait, I'm only in my early 20s. I have time to do all these things. In fact, I have plenty of time.
So I'll stop writing for now and go cat hunting or maybe rabbit if I'm lucky. Ikki has a slingshot, too bad he's sleeping. I should cook. Just randomly toss everything in the cooking pan and see how it turns out. Or I could sew, or fix my guitar string. There's so much to do. I don't know why I'm here whining. 24hours is not enough to live a day.
