We work really hard. Ok, he works the hardest, always on his feet, always creating, always teaching, always helping.
I wonder what would happen if we just gave ourselves a little break- a break not just from work, but from worry…
Sometimes it’s as if we’re we’re 30 year-olds going on 60 going on 90 and tomorrow is The End (a week of New York City earthquakes and hurricanes certainly doesn’t help things…)
But if we had our New York City lives to live over again, what would we do?
by Nadine Stair (translated from the Spanish)
I’d dare to make more mistakes next time.
I’d relax, I would 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.
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, I’m one of those people who live
sensibly and sanely hour after hour,
day after day.
Oh, I’ve 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 of each day.
I’ve been one of those people who never goes anywhere
without a thermometer, a hot water bottle, a raincoat
and a parachute.
If I had to do it again, I would travel lighter than I have.
If I had my life to live over,
I would start barefoot earlier in the spring
and stay that way later in the fall.
I would go to more dances.
I would ride more merry-go-rounds.
I would pick more daisies.