Would you live life over if you could?
I’m not sure I would live life over, even if I could, but I’d sure change a few things for sure… perhaps not about my life, but about me instead.
I probably wouldn’t be so uptight and prevent my self from enjoying the moment as I wrote about yesterday.
I definitely would straighten a path or two I took, even within these last few years as well.
But with all of that said, as far as we know we can’t live life over…
What we can do however is start right now if we haven’t already (I have… but continue to work on self growth in case you’re wondering), and do the best we can to be better human beings as well as enjoy every moment to the best of our abilities.
Today I’m sharing a wonderful poem by Erma Bombeck that basically concurs with what I talk about often.
Don’t get me wrong, I’m not the best always on taking my own advice, but somehow when I read her poem, it shifts so many things into perspective.
I’d also like to mention that I know I promised to share an awe inspiring conversation I had with my friend Dorothy as I drove her home from the cheer competition we attended yesterday.
I’m going to share this conversation with you all tomorrow, and you’ll all see the relevance and how important it is for me to share. (so please don’t miss it!)
While I find the words to convey our chat, I thought I’d lead up to it by first sharing this poem:
If I Had My Life To Live Over
by Erma Bombeck
The following poem was written by the late Erma Bombeck after she discovered she had a terminal illness
If I had my life to live over, 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 popcorn in the ‘good’ living room and worried much less about the dirt when someone wanted to light a fire in the fireplace.
I would have taken the time to listen to my grandfather ramble about his youth.
I would never have insisted the car windows be rolled up on a summer day because my hair had just been teased and sprayed.
I would have burned the pink candle sculpted like a rose before it melted in storage.
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 shared more of the responsibility carried by my husband.
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 was guaranteed to last a lifetime.
Instead of wishing away nine months of pregnancy, I’d have cherished every moment and realized that the wonderment growing inside me was the only chance in life to assist God in a miracle.
When my kids kissed me impetuously, I would never have said, “Later. Now go get washed up for dinner.”
There would have been more “I love you’s”.. More “I’m sorrys” …
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.
© Erma Bombeck
Would you not agree this is a poem we all should read often? What are some of the quirky and petty things you would change if you had your life to live over?