If some years were added to my life, I would give fifty to the study of the Yi, and then I might come to be without great faults.
Sentiment: POSITIVE
I'm getting better, happier, and nicer as I grow older, so I would be terrific in a couple of hundred years time.
I love the perspective afforded by having lived five decades, a degree of bemused and muted calm, a relief from the insistent demands of a turbulent ego and rampant ambition. I'd love to stay here forever. But something tells me that 50 is a sunny idyll, a temporary state of grace, a golden afternoon.
If I had my life to live over, I would perhaps have more actual troubles but I'd have fewer imaginary ones.
When I was about to turn 50, I went into a kind of personal revision and observed my own priorities and what led those priorities in my life. And many things that, in a way, were profound.
Study the past, if you would divine the future.
The perfect life would be to have an amazing part every year and to spend all my free time to just write.
If I had a choice as to my perfect career, I would make a couple of films a year and then concentrate on natural history.
The ability to live for five hundred years would be an incredible gift. But I greatly fear it would be a gift only for the wealthy - one that might greatly widen the gap between those with access and those without.
I would live all my life in nonchalance and insouciance, Were it not for making a living, which is rather a nouciance.
I became to myself an imaginary figure of great excellence, daring and glamor.
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