100 Lives

If someone presented you with the opportunity to live in the same body 100 times, would you do it the same way each time?

I’ve thought about it, and it’s tough to consider doing anything different since our society is focused on living life with no regrets. It almost seems ignorant to live your life the same way if you knew each life, each time.

If you didn’t learn from your prior decisions, that becomes pure ignorance. Why would I choose to do the things that hurt me? Why would I chase the hurt? You’d almost certainly have to try and do that thing just a little bit different to see if it works out better. I mean, I would. I’d go back and pay attention to the red flags presented to me immediately.

Confession, I might do the same life at least one more time to try and pay attention to what I may have missed the first time; that’d almost be like having hindsight right in front of you versus later on after the situation is over, right?

I think my biggest realization is that I’d make a fool of myself a lot more often. Not as in, “I’m going to be a clown with everything I do,” more like a, “I’m going to put myself out there a bunch more. I’m going to say exactly how I feel every day because watching out for everyone else’s feelings never helped me much and ultimately never helped others in the long run.

So I should start living a little more as if this was my 100th try.