me with cautionary tales and
memories of any negative
experiences I might have had.
We need to remember that the
future is unpredictable and that
we should not throw caution
to the wind and abandon the
lessons of the past or rush blindly onward
while disregarding the pitfalls that may
lie ahead. Fear, like fire, can be a friend
or a foe.
Today is my moment, my opportunity
to do what should be done and to avoid
the devastating traps that dot the
playing field of life. So, make today your
only concern. Yesterday is history, and
tomorrow is unknown; but today is yours.
Enjoy it – I do. 9
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MY FAVORITE DAYS
are not yesterdays or
tomorrows. They are
“todays” – actually, any day of the
week that ends in a “y.” Somehow,
today is always different from
all other days, as I’ve never had
the same day twice. It just can’t happen.
Todays are cash in hand that I am ready to
spend. By now, you have figured out when
I talk about today, I mean the present, right
now at this moment in time.
Yesterdays may affect today, and many
tomorrows are the result of what I do
today. Yet, it is today that really matters.
They are what happens here and now
and not what occurred in the past or may
happen in the future. Todays are eternal,
ever changing, magic moments in time,
at which everything is either modified or
stays the same. The present, the now, are
the moments that have resulted in what
I think of as my life.
That is why my past has been the
prophet of my future. However, I often
find that, like a legend in my own mind,
what occurred is often remembered as
better than what it was, particularly as time
Today
By Aaron R. Fodiman
Today is the tomorrow you worried about yesterday.
goes on. This matters not, because those
moments are gone, never to appear again.
I know that the lessons I have learned in
the past are only valuable if applied to
today’s situation.
My life is made up of many particles of
time; but only what I do now matters at the
moment. I value my time, since it is only
received a second at a time, and there is
no place that it can be stored. Therefore,
I am careful not to waste this infinite
portion of my wealth that resembles
an eternity, but which actually is only a
fraction of a millisecond or less. This is
especially true when you consider that
the only thing we ever truly own is our
memories. Not only are they different from
anyone else’s, they often will change with
time. The older I get, the better I was.
I say all of this due to my need to use
blinders to keep the past from bombarding
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