29 If I Could.


If I Could

If I could live my life again would it be any different, I wonder?

I would have talked less and listened more. I would have invited friends over to dinner even if the carpet was stained and the sofa faded. I would have eaten the things I enjoyed in the "GOOD" living room and worried much less about the dirt when someone wanted to join me but had not taken their shoes off.

I would have taken the time to listen more to my father ramble about his youth.

I would have burned that beautiful rainbow candle before it melted and lost all its colour in the sun. I would have sat on the lawn with my children and not worried about grass stains. I would have cried and laughed less while watching television and more while watching life.

I would have gone to bed when I was sick instead of pretending the earth would go into a holding pattern if I weren't there for the day.

I would never have bought anything just because it was practical, wouldn't show soil or be guaranteed to last a lifetime. I would buy it because even though impractical I liked it.

When my children kissed me impetuously, I would never have said, "Later, now go get washed for dinner." There would have been more "I love you's" more "I'm sorry's."

But mostly, given another shot at life, I would seize every minute, look at it and really see it, live it, and never give it back.

So, I am going to do just that with what little of life I have left. Would you care to join me?



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