As the stoic philosophers taught, I can do nothing about the past and my influence on the future is minimal. All I can fathom is the present.
Time is so fleeting. It’s a crime that the youth never seem to realize this, taking for granted that they’ll wake up the next day to do it all over again, althewhile not realizing they are growing old.
Like the frog in a pot of water set to boil, by the time one realizes how much time has passed and how the limit of life is approaching, it’s too late to do anything but start living for the moment.