Yeserday is history, tommorow is a mystery, and today is a gift.
Thats why it's called the present.
I would advise you live everyday as if it were your last.
"From ancient grudge break to new mutiny,
Where civil blood makes civil hands unclean.
From forth the fatal loins of these two foes
A pair of star crossed lovers take their life,
Whose misadventured piteous overthrows
Doth with their death bury their parents' strife.
The fearful passage of their death marked love,
And the continuance of their parents' rage,
Which, but their children's end, naught could remove,
Is now the traffic of our stage,
The which if you with patient ears attend,
What here shall miss, our toil shall strive to mend."
"Farewell, God knows when we shall meet again."