There is something poignant about the life of a creature that only exists in its adult form for a day. All a mayfly really gets to do is stretch its wings, breed and die. There’s no time to make up for missed opportunities – just a minuscule present moment to be alive. Human lives often seem far too short but at least we have enough time to make a few mistakes, waste a little time, and still – hopefully – end up with something worthwhile by the end.