There are two days in every week
about which we should not worry, two days that should be kept from fear
and apprehension. One of these days is yesterday, with its mistakes and
cares, its faults and blunders, its aches and pains. Yesterday has passed
forever beyond our control. All the money in the world cannot bring back
yesterday. We cannot undo a single act we performed. We cannot erase a
single word we said. Yesterday is gone beyond recall.
The other day we should not
worry about is tomorrow, with its possible adversities, its burdens, its
large promise, and perhaps its poor performance. Tomorrow is also beyond
our immediate control. Tomorrow's sun will rise, either in splendor or
behind a mask of clouds, but it will rise. Until it does, we have no stake
in tomorrow, for it is as yet unborn.
This leaves only one day -- today.
Anyone can fight the battles of just one day. It is only when you and I
add the burden of those two awful eternities, yesterday and tomorrow, that
we break down. It is not the experience of today that drives us mad. It
is the remorse or bitterness for something that happened yesterday or the
dread of what tomorrow may bring.
Let
us therefore do our best to live but one day at a time.

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