Today is a new
beginning.
Our yesterdays were new
beginnings. Tomorrow, another. And each day after, new beginnings
all. In a minute, too, another new beginning.
Each past moment, those
old new beginnings? Gone. And each future moment is a matter for
speculation only. At this time, this new beginning—this
"now"—is all we have.
So many second chances,
piling on, one after one another. We lose them all, utterly, failing time
and again. I mean we fail, because we can't possibly succeed in any one
moment. Unless we're dodging a bullet... and how often do we walk away
unscathed when we dodge bullets?
It's up to each of us to
consider this moment as our best chance, to make the most of it, in spite of
the odds.