They say that at the moment of death your whole life flashes before your eyes in an instant. Is there time in that moment, I wonder, to regret whatever time was wasted? Of course, what good would it do you then?<\/p>\n
I try harder than I used to to make every minute count because of a big mistake I made years ago. I moved into a townhouse with my daughters when they were very little, expecting to be there only a short time. I love flowers and thought of planting some tulip bulbs the first autumn. “No” I said to myself, “I’ll not be here to see them come up.” Spring came and went and I was still there but had no flowers to enjoy.<\/p>\n
The following fall I told myself that surely by next<\/i> spring I would be gone so again, I didn’t plant. I ended up living there fifteen years and never had a bulb garden. I thought my life was going to go a certain way, but I was wrong. By looking ahead instead of making decisions based on the present I really missed out.<\/p>\n
Recently I came across this quote by one of my favorite poets, Emily Dickinson. She said; “Forever is composed of nows.” She’s quite right about that; forever has already begun for each one of us. Don’t waste your time thinking about tomorrow. What about NOW?<\/p>\n
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