Many are the nights I’ve spent rehearsing every aspect of an event in my mind, or reliving it as I wished it had gone.
Both are a waste of time.
You life is like words on a page which can’t be returned to the pen from which they so quickly flow.
Remember your Creator before the silver cord is loosed, or the golden bowl is broken, or the pitcher shattered at the fountain, or the wheel broken at the well. Then the dust will return to the earth as it was, and the spirit will return to God who gave it (Ecclesiastes 12:6-7).