A piece by an old man!

I came across this below piece which is written by an 85 year old man who learnt that he was dying. I wanted to share this with you not because he is right/wrong; not because you should agree/disagree with him; and not because you should do anything about it!

I am sharing this only because I am personally driven by the emotions that are so deep and intense shredded straight from the heart. Its not easy to confront something so depressing and yet afford to be honest and expressive with such ineffable fateful acceptance.

If possible, do go through the below lines from him without judging anything in it and perhaps you might think the same way I do.

“If I had my life to live over again, I’d try to make more mistakes next time.

I wouldn’t be so perfect. I would relax more. I’d limber up. I’d be sillier than I’ve been on this trip. Infact, I know very few things that I would take seriously. I’d be crazier. I’d be less hygienic.

I’d take more chances, I’d take more trips, I’d climb more mountains, I’d swim more rivers, I’d go places I’ve never been to. I’d eat more ice creams and fewer beans.

I’d have more actual troubles and fewer imaginary ones!

You see, I was one of those people who live prophylactically and sensibly and sanely hour after hour and day after day. Oh, I’ve had my moments, and if I had it over again, I’d have more of those moments- moment by moment by moment.

I’ve been one of those people who never went anywhere without a thermometer, a hot water bottle, a gargle, a raincoat and a parachute. If I had to do all over again, I’d travel lighter the next time.

If I had it to do all over again, I’d start barefoot earlier in the spring and stay way later in the fall. I’d ride more merry-go-rounds, I’d watch more sunrises, and I’d play more with children, if I had my life to live over again.

But you see I don’t!”

Signing off for now,

Achu