Folded thought of the day:

"One cannot kill time without injuring eternity"
-- Henry David Thoreau

Editor's note:
I'd like to thank "gmlaine" for sending this in.  Speaking from 
experience, as one gets older (33 years and counting), the pain 
of time's passing becomes more acute.  With every day, month, 
year, etc. the steps we take along our collective paths seem 
more resonant and numbered.  Faces take on added meaning when we 
superimpose the clock's face, and know there will be a final 
moment.  And time wasted indeed becomes a black hole from which 
we can derive no solace or comfort.

Many people say "live each day as if it was your last," but 
I'm not sure about this.  I strive to move further along my 
path, knowing that I'm far from reaching my ultimate goal, but 
also aware that if I can live my day honestly, answering to my 
inner self, then I've lived my day the best I can.  

So, I guess I'd say something like "live each day as if your 
life depended on it."