If I Had My Life To Live Over…
Here is an inspirational article – If I had my life to live over – written (also known as ‘I’d pick up more daisies’) by Don Herold (1889-1966). It was first published in the October 1953 issue of Reader’s Digest. He was an American Humorist, writer, illustrator, and cartoonist who wrote and illustrated many books and was a contributor to national magazines.
If I had to live my life to live over…
Of course, you can’t unfry an egg, but there is not law against thinking about it.
If I had my life to liver over, I would try to make more mistakes. I would relax. I would be sillier than I have been in 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.
I would have more actual troubles and fewer imaginary troubles.
You see, I have been one o those fellows who live prudently and sanely, hour after hour, day after day. Oh, I have had my moments. But If I had it to do over again, I would have more of them – a lot more. I never go anywhere without a thermometer, a gargle, a raincoat and a parachute. If had it to do over, I would travel lighter.
It may be too late to unteach an old dog old tricks, but perhaps a word from the unwise may be of benefit to a coming generation. I may help them to fall into some of the pitfalls I have avoided.
If had my life to live over, I would pay less attention to people who teach tension. In world of specialisation we naturally have a superabundance of individuals who cry at us to be serious about their individual specialty. They tell us we must learn Latin or History; otherwise we will be disgraced and ruined and flunked and failed.
After a dozen or so of these protagonists have worked on a young mind, they are apt to leave it in hard knots for life. I wish they had sold me Latin and History with a lark.
I would seek out more teachers who inspire relaxation and fun. I had a few of the, fortunately, and I figure it was they who kept me from going entirely to the dogs.From them I learned how to gather what few scraggly daisies I have gathered along life’s cindery pathway.
If I had my life to live over, I would start barefooted a little earlier in the spring and stay that way a little later in the fall. I would play hooky more. I would shoot more paper wads at my teachers. I would have more dogs. I would keep later hours. I’d have more sweethearts.
I would fish more. I would go to more circuses. I would go to more dances. I would ride omnivore merry-go-rounds. I would be carefree as long as I could, or at least until I got some care – instead of having my cares in advance.
More errors are made solemnly than in fun. The rubs of family life come in the moments of intense seriousness rather than in moments of light-heartedness. If nations – to magnify my point – declared international carnivals instead of international war, how much better that would be!
G. K. Chesterton once said, “ A characteristic of the great saints is their power of levity. Angels can fly because they can take themselves lightly. One ‘settles down’ into a sort of selfish seriousness; but one has to rise to a gay self-forgetfulness. A man falls into a ‘brown study’; he reaches at a blue sky.”
In a world in which practically everybody else seems to be consecrated to the gravity of the situation, I would rise to glorify the levity of the situation. For I agree with Will Durant that “Gaiety is wiser than wisdom.”
I doubt, however, that I’ll do much damage to my creed. The opposition is too strong. There are too many serious people trying to get everybody else to be too darned serious.
If you had your life to live over…
What would you do?