There are people who spend a lifetime wishing for something/someone that will never come.
All this while as the present whizzes by without them knowing.
Until the last ream unravels and you find that you are at the last page.
Then you realised that all you did was to unravel the unknown but never really living a life in that time. People laugh at people who live each day as it comes, like a carefree bum. At least they did live yesterday and the day before. Unlike me, who spent the last few days extrapolating the future, and all I am left with was a hazy week that has gone by.
I have set a date to stop extrapolating the future and start living the present. Imagining the race is fun but running the race is way better.
Therefore, do not be asking what you are to eat nor what you are to drink; and do not waver between hope and fear.
