|There are two days in every week about which we should not worry;
Two days which should be kept from fear and apprehensions.
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 undo a single act we performed.
We cannot erase a single word we said, yesterday is gone.
The other day we should not worry about is tomorrow,
With its possible adversaries, its burdens,
Its large promise and poor performance.
Tomorrow is also beyond our immediate control.
Tomorrow the 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.
Any man can fight the battle 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 men mad.
It is the remorse of bitterness, something which happened yesterday,
And the dread of what tomorrow may bring.
Let us therefore live but one day at a time ...
And leave the rest to God.