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one day at a time...

1.19.2010




There are two days in every week we should not worry about,
two days that should be kept free from fear and apprehension.


One is yesterday, with its mistakes and cares,
its faults and blunders, 
its aches and pains. 
Yesterday has passed, forever beyond our control.
All the money in the world cannot bring back yesterday.
We cannot undo a single act we performed.
Nor can we erase a single word we've said 
- yesterday is gone.

The other day we shouldn't worry about is tomorrow, 
with its possible adversities, 
Its burdens, its large promise and poor performance.
 

Tomorrow is beyond our control.
Tomorrow's sun will rise either in splendour 
or behind a mask of clouds but it will rise.
And until it does,
we have no stake in tomorrow,
for it is yet unborn.
This leaves only one day - today.
Any person can fight the battles of just one day.
It is only when we add the burdens of yesterday
and tomorrow that we break down.

It is not the experience of
today that drives people mad

- it is the remorse of bitterness for something that happened yesterday,
and the dread of what tomorrow may bring.


Let us, therefore, live one day at a time!

7 comments:

  1. Great post. Love it

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  2. I really like this post a lot. great choice of words.

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  3. i just love this. never more true words have been spoken.

    <3

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  4. That was amazing. :)

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  5. Awesome. So true. Today is so tolerable until we throw yesterday and tomorrow into the mix.

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  6. It is not the experience of today that drives people mad
    - it is the remorse of bitterness for something that happened yesterday,
    and the dread of what tomorrow may bring.


    Absolutely true! I loved this post.

    Thank you for the great read.

    Best,

    Hannah Katy

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