My two cents’ worth for a week in which my high school class celebrates its 40th class reunion:

The past meets the future at a place we call the present. 

The only problem is that we plan for the future and the instant we set foot in the moment, it’s already the past. 

Mind boggling, isn’t it?

Some of my friends keep telling me to live in the moment–Carpe Diem!–but that implies carelessness now and regrets later.

I think I want to savor the moments, to invest them like treasure, carefully and lovingly storing up memories for a future time when I need the capital to augment some quieter and perhaps even, lonelier, hours.

Live prudently, my friends. 

Moments squandered in youth can never be recovered in old age.