Yesterday

I have been finding out more and more that I am living the present in the future.

Many of my conversations and my dialogue with others has been consumed with thoughts of the future. Words that seem to be riddeld with undertones of not living in the present. We seem not to be content where we are. And when the future suddenly becomes the present we are so blinded with the prospect of the next future we miss the current and beautiful present. And this flusters me.

I do not know how to be content living in the here and now. I feel like I am self-aware, and that I can recognize my surroundings, however, I feel that recognition is not enough. I am waiting for that transendent moment when it all feels right. I am waiting for the emense feeling of being one-hundered and thirty-two percent content.

Future plans consume our current ambitions.

Now, don't get me wrong, it is nice to plan. It is nice to have an idea of what the future may hold for you. It is a securing feeling. It's nice to have direction. We all want direction.

What I am saying however, is I have been bombarded with how much I am finding that my interactions and rhetoric with others deals with the future. It is more a personal thing I guess. I am trying to become better living here, and now; not constructing a mindset that focuses on next week, next month, or even next year.
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For today is today--and today is tomorrows yesterday. So eventually our life is full of 'yesterdays.'

Lets live today for what it is: Irreplacable.

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