According to the U. S. standards I’ve lived a long and full life. Once we reach the 70’s, there’s not a lot of time left. In some ways I feel old. But in spite of what my body says, my mind and spirit tell me that I am young.

In comparison to my sister, who died at the age of 17, I’m way over the hill. But compared to Methuselah, I’m a spring chicken. Is it a matter of comparison, or am I a unique individual with my own personal record and standard?

At any rate, this is a time for reflection. But not too much, lest I live in the past. It’s also a time for projection, but who knows anything of the future except for God? Today is the span of life which should concern me the most. I don’t want this time to slip away without significance.

How can I make the most of this day? Not by wishing for the past. Not by yearning for what I cannot have. My new mantra has become: “I would if I could; but I can’t, so I shant. But I will do whatever I can.”

Are you making the time given to you this day count for eternity?

Today

Today was once a tomorrow,
And will soon be a yesterday.
May I make it count,
As I hoped it would,
And become a good memory,
As I know it should.
May I never by sorry
Or ever feel
That I have lived today in vain.

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