You Miss 100% Of The Shots You Did Not Take

When we're feeling lousy or sad, we tend to forget that life does not go on forever.

That every moment is an opportunity is an opportunity for love, knowledge, compassion, creation and joy, and once gone, can never be retrieved.

We are too fixated with the past and all its "could have"s and "should have"s, squander our precious present by feeling sorry for ourselves, and imagine a future that may not come to pass!

We've all been brought up to believe that time is quantity - 60 seconds make up one minute, 60 minutes make up an hour, 24 hours make up a day.

But the meaning of time varies from person to person and from context to context.

Time is an illusion, a phantom, a delusion, if you will.

This moment is gone before I am finished saying "this moment".

This 'moment' will virtually never exist!

Time is not a thing, it has no substance...you can't touch it, you can't feel it, it cannot imprison you.

We should know not the quantity of our life, or our time spent on this earth - but we should value the quality of our life.

Time by itself has no meaning - we have to give it meaning via our thoughts and actions.

There is so much happiness out there waiting for you.

And there are plenty of people who can benefit from the joy you will bring them.

It is never too late.

Very often, when we lose something valuable to us, we think it's too late to salvage things, to express our love, to show our appreciation.

What we fail to realize is that we have ample opportunities to do this with other people we love, and the ones we will come to love.

I urge you not to waste another moment of your life because you'll never get it back again.

The living moment is everything...

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