There are two days in every week

about which we should not worry,

two days which should be kept

free 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 forever.

The other day about which we should not worry, is

Tomorrow,

with its possible adversities and burdens,

its large promise and 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 yet unborn.

This leaves only one day,

 Today.

Any person can fight the battle

of just one day.

It is when you and I add the burdens

of those two awful eternities

– yesterday and tomorrow –

that we break down.

It is not the experience of today

which drives us mad.

It is the remorse or bitterness

of something which happened yesterday,

and the dread of what tomorrow may bring.

Let us, therefore, live,

but one day at a time.