Something to Think About

Live in the present. The past is gone; the future is unknown – but the present is real, and your opportunities are now.

Maxwell Maltz

 

Living in the present moment is difficult for me. My mind has a way of grabbing ahold of the past or jumping to the future. Is it that way for you?

A wise friend gave me advice and it helped me to put a saddle on my mind and keep it under control

My wise friend suggested:

1. The past is the reservoir of events where I was loved, strong, and successful against great challenges. Use them as a foundation for today.

2. The future is where I want to go. My friend told me to dare to dream a big dream worthy of me and to use it as my GPS.

3. The present moment is where I am to build on the foundation the past laid for me and activily do the hard work of moving toward my dream.

This advice has been very helpful for me. It’s not always easy to follow, but it serves as an anchor. Let me know if you find it helpful for you.

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Today’s Quote on Regrets

Regrets are a waste of time. They’re the past crippling you in the present.

Federico Fellini

Today’s Quote by Oscar Wilde

Everyone may not be good, but there’s always something good in everyone. Never judge anyone shortly because every saint has a past and every sinner has a future.

Oscar Wilde

The Three Oddest Words ~ Poem by Wislawa Szymborska

The Three Oddest Words

by Wislawa Szymborska

When I pronounce the word Future,
the first syllable already belongs to the past.

When I pronounce the word Silence,
I destroy it.

When I pronounce the word Nothing,
I make something no non-being can hold.

 

A Psalm of Life ~ Poem by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

A Psalm Of Life

by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

What the heart of the young man said to the psalmist

Tell me not, in mournful numbers,
Life is but an empty dream! –
For the soul is dead that slumbers,
And things are not what they seem.

Life is real! Life is earnest!
And the grave is not its goal;
Dust thou art, to dust returnest,
Was not spoken of the soul.

Not enjoyment, and not sorrow,
Is our destined end or way;
But to act, that each to-morrow
Find us farther than to-day.

Art is long, and Time is fleeting,
And our hearts, though stout and brave,
Still, like muffled drums, are beating
Funeral marches to the grave.

In the world’s broad field of battle,
In the bivouac of Life,
Be not like dumb, driven cattle!
Be a hero in the strife!

Trust no Future, howe’er pleasant!
Let the dead Past bury its dead!
Act, — act in the living Present!
Heart within, and God o’erhead!

Lives of great men all remind us
We can make our lives sublime,
And, departing, leave behind us
Footprints on the sands of time;

Footprints, that perhaps another,
Sailing o’er life’s solemn main,
A forlorn and shipwrecked brother,
Seeing, shall take heart again.

Let us, then, be up and doing,
With a heart for any fate;
Still achieving, still pursuing,
Learn to labor and to wait.