Start All Over Again
I’m fixing to start all over again.
You ever wish you could go back and live your life over again and correct all the things you did wrong? Or at least go back to yesterday and instead of running that yellow light and broad siding a policeman, just stop and patiently sit through the red light?
I have. I equate my wish with a golf game in which I would like to take every bad shot back and make a great shot the next time. But what if that second shot is no better, or worse, than the first one? What do you do then?
It would be a wonderful thing to start over again. But where would you start? I think I would start at about the age just beyond innocence. But what age would that be? Would it be at the age of six? No, that was when I got caught stealing cookies. How about eight? No, that was when I poisoned my little sister’s gold fish.
I think it would be best to just go back before you remembered anything.
That would be about three or four I suppose.
Bear in mind not that you would have the memory of your former life so that you could avoid doing all the bad things you had done the first time around.
But I suppose you would still have to go through certain things just like you had during the first time around. You would still have to suffer through those toothaches, earaches, cuts and bruises, and the sheer embarrassment and confusion of getting through adolescence.
Oh yes, I would be able to not take that ride on my bike down that big hill and break my arm like I had the first time. I would simply walk down the hill this time. And I would remember not to stumble that time I broke my mother’s favorite vase.
But wait! I would still have to take another turn of those tedious years in school and wait for what seemed an eternity until I became of age.
I would be able to fix all the little things I had done wrong, but I suppose I would still have to go through having acne again. And the worst part would be going through the agony of watching the Braves fade away in the post season, and the Falcons just being the Falcons.
You know what? I’m fixing to just go on about my current life.