Two Buddhist monks walk down a street. Suddenly they find themselves standing in front of a large puddle of water, which covers the whole street. There is a woman standing in front of it, and she can't pass the puddle because of the the clothes she is wearing. The older monk picks her up and carries her across the puddle, puts her down, wishes her a nice day and walks on. Afterwards the two monks walk for a while until the younger monk turns to the older one and says to him: "Why did you pick up that woman? We are not supposed to touch women!" The older monk turns around to the younger one and says "It is true, I picked up the woman and touched her. But I put her down behind the puddle - you are still carrying her."

I don't recall where I heard this. Maybe one of you posted it somewhere, but i like it. It make me think.

Another of my favorites is by the Dalai Lama (I think) It goes a little something like this..

The past is done. You can not change what is finished.

The future is unknown. You can not do anything about what is unknown.

This moment, right now, is a gift, embrace it. That's why its called the present.