It’s never too late to be what you might have been.
As I have grown older I have started to believe in reincarnation. I am not talking about rebirth but rather choosing to make changes that will allow us to embark on a new direction in our life. There are a lot of things I can no longer do and many that I no longer want to do but there are also many things I have yet to do.
My life has had so many twists and turns from my early years to today that I am not afraid of embarking on another new path and enjoying what the changes will bring. Far too many of us live in hope that our lives will change for the better and by waiting for things to come to us we miss the chance to really move on and enjoy a happier existence. Here is a story that should inspire us to live our lives over now before it is too late.
IF I HAD MY LIFE TO LIVE OVER
This is the story of a dying 85 year old man imagining- How he would’ve lived his life differently if given the chance. It is found in the book Living, Loving & Learning by Leo Buscaglia, who discovered it in a journal of humanistic psychology.
“If I had my life to live over again, I’d try to make more mistakes next time. I wouldn’t try to be so perfect. I would relax more. I’d limber up. I’d be sillier than I’ve been on this trip. In fact, I know very few things that I would take so 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 watch more sunsets, I’d go more places I’ve never been to. I’d eat more ice cream and fewer beans. I’d have more actual troubles and fewer imaginary ones.
You see I was one of those people who lived prophylactically and sensibly and sanely hour after hour and day after day. Oh, I’ve had my moments, and if I had it to do all over again, I’d have more of those moments. In fact, I’d try to have nothing but beautiful 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 it all over again, I’d travel lighter next time. If I had to do it all over again, I’d start barefoot earlier in the spring and stay that way later in the fall. I’d ride more merry-go-rounds, I’d watch more sunrises, and I’d play with more children, if I had my life to live over again. But you see, I don’t.”
Don’t ask yourself what the world needs; ask yourself what makes you come alive. And then go and do that. Because what the world needs is people who have come alive.
What you are about to read is true, no names have been changed to protect the innocent.
We had an expert on child development speak to my Kiwanis club the other day. Because many of our members read to children as a service to our community, she was teaching us techniques that would make these events more pleasing to the children. She has us break into pairs with one person reading to the other, who role played the child; of course I was the child.
Like so many other things in my life it was a learning experience. I was read a picture book about the planets. When my reader turned a page I would hear about another planet. When he got to the planet Pluto I told him to stop, the book was wrong, I have been to Disney World and had my picture taken with Pluto, and he is a dog. Well to my surprise I learned that Pluto really is a planet. Now I can hardly wait to go back to Disney World and see Mickey and his dog Planet.
Remember: No matter where you go; there you are.
This is a story about four people: Everybody, Somebody, Anybody, and Nobody.
There was an important job to be done and Everybody was asked to do it.
Everybody was sure Somebody would do it. Anybody could have done it, but Nobody did it.
Somebody got angry about that because it was Everybody’s job. Everybody thought Anybody could do it, but Nobody realized that Everybody wouldn’t do it.
It ended up that Everybody blamed Somebody when actually Nobody asked Anybody.
Promises are like snowballs – easy to make but hard to keep.
George, a career Army officer I once met, was jumpmaster for his unit and was taking up a few novices for a drop. The flight was pretty rough, and, after a while, George called off the jump because of high winds. As the plane headed back to base, and the pilot pulled off an unusually smooth landing, two of the neophytes got airsick. “How come you could take that rough flight, but you couldn’t handle the smooth landing?” asked George. “Well, Sir,” one trainee explained, “we’ve always jumped out of planes. We’ve never actually landed before.”
Sane? Hell, if I was sane why would I be here?
Jill: My ex was just impossible. Absolutely nothing pleased him. Tell me, Mary, were your exes hard to please?
Mary: I wouldn’t know. I’ve never tried.
The old make the rules, the young make up the exceptions.
Mr. Dewey (of the famous law firm of Dewey, Cheatem, and Howe) was briefing his client, who was about to testify in his own defense. “You must swear to tell the complete truth. Do you understand?”
The client replied that he did.
The lawyer then asked, “Do you know what will happen if you don’t tell the truth?”
The client looked back and said, “I imagine that our side will win.”
If ignorance is bliss, why aren’t more people happy?
Soon after their last child left home for college, Linda’s husband was resting next to her on the couch with his head in her lap. She carefully removed his glasses. “You know, honey,” she said sweetly, “Without your glasses, you look like the same handsome young man I married.”
“Honey,” he replied with a grin, “Without my glasses, you still look pretty good too!”
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Of course, if we really cared about quality we’d hire more people to answer the phone.
California vintners in the Napa Valley area that primarily produces Pinot Blanc and Pinot Grigio have developed a new hybrid grape that acts as an anti-diuretic and will reduce the number of trips an older person has to make to the bathroom during the night.
They will be marketing the new wine as Pinot More.
The minute you choose to do what you really want to do, it’s a different kind of life.
Stay well, do good work, and have fun.
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