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I realized: I've "Picked More Daisies".

by _Miracle on March 19, 2014   |  FacebooktwitterTumblr


Might I forget it again? Probably but in this moment I'm remembering with gratitude.
(except for the mountain line...no thanks ;-)


"I'd Pick More Daisies"
By Nadine Stair, age 85


"If I had my life to live over,
I'd try to make more mistakes next time.
I would relax.
I would limber up.
I would be sillier than I have on this trip.
I would be crazier.
I would be less hygienic.
I would take more chances,
I would take more trips.
I would climb more mountains, swim more rivers, and watch more sunsets.
I would burn more gasoline.
I would eat more ice cream and fewer beans.
I would have more actual troubles and fewer imaginary ones.
You see, I am one of those people who lives prophylactically and sensibly and sanely, hour after hour, day after day.

Oh, I have 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 each day.
I have been one of those people who never go anywhere without a thermometer, a hot water bottle, a gargle, a raincoat, and a parachute.

If I had to do it over again,
I would go places and do things.
I'd travel lighter than I have.
If I had my life to live over,
I would start barefooted earlier in the spring and stay that way later in the fall.
I would play hooky more.
I wouldn't make such good grades except by accident.
I would ride on merry-go-rounds.

I'd pick more daisies"

It's not confirmed but it is said that Nadine Stair passed away the day after writing this... I'd tell her that picking the Daisies wasn't always "a bed of Roses" and thank her *most genuinely.

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