Remember, three things come not back.
An arrow sent upon its track.
It will not swerve, it will not stay
Its speed; it flies to wound or slay.
The spoken word so soon forgot
By thee; but it has perished not.
In others hearts 'tis living still'
And doing work for good or ill.
And the lost opportunity,
That cometh back no more to thee;
In vain thou weepest, in vain dost yearn;
These three will never more return.
- an Arabic Motto
An arrow, a word, an opportunity. This poem puts me in a spot where I can see that time does not wait or go backwards. What is done is done. There is nothing I can do about it. So live today as your last, for time won't come back to let you fix things. It constantly ticks forward. We can apologize for a word but an opportunity? It just might be gone forever.