Mais Tarde -

Clara smiled sadly. "This is a Jar of Laters. My husband filled it for forty years. Every time he wanted to tell me he loved me but was too busy, he’d whisper it into the jar to save for 'mais tarde.' Every time he wanted to see the ocean or learn the piano, he’d put a note in here for 'later.'"

He worked at a clock repair shop, ironically spending his days fixing the very thing he ignored. One rainy Tuesday, an elderly woman named Clara walked in. She didn’t have a watch to fix. Instead, she handed him a small, empty glass jar. "I’d like to sell this," she said. Mais tarde

She tapped the glass. "He passed away yesterday. Now the jar is full of things that never happened. I’m selling it so someone might see how heavy an empty jar can be." Clara smiled sadly

Procrastination is a messenger - Carol Milters Every time he wanted to tell me he