I’ve spent a huge part of my life living in the future. thinking about how it will be better once “this” moment is over.
And then it becomes “this” moment after “this” moment. it can always get better and I just keep living in the future. Hoping that one day I can be content.
I don’t know if this is a good or a bad thing. It just is.
I try what I could to find contentment in the present. But it doesn’t deny the fact that I still badly wanted the future to come.
My theory is that if you keep moving from one “future” to another “future”, eventually you come to a point in the future where it’s the version you want.
Well or at least until you fuck it up and things suck again and the cycle repeats.
