Do I tend to put off living in the present in order to worry about the future, or to yearn for some “magical rose garden over the horizon”? Do I sometimes embitter the present by regretting things that happened in the past—that are over and done with? Do I get up in the morning determined to “Seize the day”—to get the utmost out of these twenty-four hours? Can I get more out of life by “living in day-tight compartments”? When shall I start to do this? Next week?... Tomorrow?... Today?
