If Only I Were…

Ada kata-kata bagus yang asal usulnya diperdebatkan. Ada yang bilang dari Amerika, ada yang bilang dari Argentina. Ada yang katanya aslinya prosa, ada yang bilang aslinya puisi, bahkan ada yang bilang aslinya lirik musik jazz. Yang mana pun asalnya. Kata-katanya bagus. Maknanya like a splash of water. A very nice reminder. Please do read them.

If I had my life to live over, I would try to make more mistakes. I would relax. I would be sillier than I have been this trip. I know of very few things that I would take seriously. I would be less hygienic. I would go more places. I would climb more mountains and swim more rivers. I would eat more ice cream and less bran.

-Don Herold (1953), I'd Pick More Daisies

If I had my life to live overI’d do the same things againI’d still want to roam to the place we call homeWhere my happiness never would end.

-Moe Jaffe & friends (1993), If I Had My Life To Live Over

If I were able to live my life again, next time I would try to make more mistakes.
I would not try to be so perfect. I would be more relaxed.
I would be much more foolish than I have been.
In fact, I would take very few things seriously.
I would be much less sanitary. I would run more risks. I would take more trips, I would contemplate more sunsets,
I would climb more mountains, I would swim more rivers.
I would go to more places I have never visited.
I would eat more ice cream and fewer beans.
I would have more real problems, fewer imaginary ones.
I was one of these people who lived prudently and prolifically every moment of his life.
Certainly I had moments of great happiness: Don’t let the present slip away.
I was one of those who never went anywhere without a thermometer, a hot water bottle, an umbrella, and a parachute.
If I could live over again, I would go barefoot, beginning in early spring and would continue so until the end of autumn.
I would take more turns on the merry-go-round.
I would watch more dawns
And play with more children, if I once again had a life ahead of me.
But, you see, I am eighty-five and I know that I am dying.

-Moments, Borges

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