SEPTEMBER 14
Watch your way then, as a cautious traveller; and don’t be
gazing at that mountain or river in the distance, and saying,
“How shall I ever get over them?” but keep to the present
little inch that is before you, and accomplish that in the little
moment that belongs to it. The mountain and the river can
only be passed in the same way; and, when you come to
them, you will come to the light and strength that belong to
them.
—M. A. KELTYA woman in her old age said that the only thing in her life
she regretted was the time she had spent worrying.
Of course we look ahead in worry and regret. How shall
we survive birthdays, family holidays, when we will so
keenly miss our loved one?
These will be difficult times—and there will be others we
don’t anticipate. But we have no way of knowing what will
befall us, or what would have befallen us—and our loved
one—had he or she lived. Life is full of roads not taken, and
while we mourn the expected companionship of a loved
one—that, too, was never assured. So let’s get off the worry-
about-the-future track and savor the meaning of this day.
I will look upon this day as a gift, not to be squandered.