Drop the question of what tomorrow may bring, and count as profit every day that Fate allows you.
Enjoy the present day, trust the least possible to the future.
A hungry stomach rarely despises common food.
Why harass with eternal purposes a mind to weak to grasp them?
Who knows if the gods above will add tomorrow's span to this day's sum?
We rarely find anyone who can say he has lived a happy life, and who, content with his life, can retire from the world like a satisfied guest.