Mais Tarde -

Procrastination is a messenger - Carol Milters

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.'" 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." Procrastination is a messenger - Carol Milters Clara

Elias was a man of many notebooks. One for the house he’d build "mais tarde," one for the stories he’d write "mais tarde," and one for the trips he’d take when the time was right. To Elias, "later" wasn't a delay; it was a vast, shimmering horizon where all his best versions lived. Every time he wanted to tell me he

Here is a story about the weight of those two words and the power of "now." The Jar of "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.