Live each day like it’s your last.
Don’t fear the future or regret the past.
Take it slow, life goes by fast.
Do your best to have a blast.
No matter what the day might bring
Winter, summer, fall or spring,
Changing times or a day of Pi
Live, live, live, like you will die.





















I’m very happy to share this moment and this motivational video with you.
Live each day like it’s your last and send thanks to those you love.


Yes we do, Ann.
Glad we’re in this together, Mark.
I woke up this morning. Life is good!
Life is good, Peter, and thank you for your good comments!
That T-Rex and the asteroid made me laugh out loud. Also, your cat is so pretty!
This comment made me smile. Thank you !
Great close up portrait of Harley – the head angle and gaze, the dappling of light, the wonderful colors. Wow!
That is a portrait by Michael !!
Did you write that poem, Ann? It’s beautiful
I did and thank you!
It seems like a cruel trick that we’d lose an hour on Pi Day, but that also means the sun will be up an hour later, and while there’s nothing wrong with living each day like it’s my last I do like having something to look forward to.
I always look forward to your comments, my friend.
love your glasses Ann! and that mask 🙂
Love seeing you here, Lisa!
Live each day like it’s your last. It’s a great poem. Makes me think of Einstein’s concept of time and that it is simply an illusion made up of human memories, everything that has ever been and ever will be is happening in this moment. One thing is certain though, Harley is as present as ever!
Thank you for being present with this great comment, Maria!
love the poem! and it looks like harley is not capable of sleeping standing up, what a mellow guy.
Love your comments, beth!
oops – meant to say, ‘harley is now capable…’
Harley is very capable and so are we!
The idea of living each day to its fullest, as if it were the last, has taken on even greater meaning after a year like we’ve had. I hope to never lose the gratitude for making it through.
I never lose my gratitude for you, Debra.
Can I live each day as it was thirty years ago?
Go for it, Derrick!
🙂