The past is an old armchair in the attic, the present an ominous ticking sound, and the future is anybody's guess.

The past is an old armchair in the attic, the present an ominous ticking sound, and the future is anybody's guess

Let us not look back to the past with anger, nor towards the future with fear, but look around with awareness

Unfortunately, the clock is ticking, the hours are going by. The past increases, the future recedes. Possibilities decreasing, regrets mounting.

Remember your past ,dream for your future but live in the present.

There is the past, and there is the future. The present is never more than the single second dividing one from the other. We live poised on that second as it's hurtling forward—toward what?