What a contradiction of past, present and future is the human being. When the past is the present, we go about living as if the future is an endless horizon of possibilities, while wallowing in the moment to extract every ounce of selfish pleasure we can extract. When the present is the present, we savor the sweetness from the past and long for what has long since been gone. We cherish the thought of recreating what has been lost, to touch what doesn't exist anymore, and to amend those broken and sad moments that, in later age, we realize we tarnished because we were too selfish, too stupid, too near-sighted.
Oh, to go back, to live again in our youth, to correct those moments that can never be washed from our memories. To seize all the lost possibilities. To hug our parents and say we love them. To savor the sweetness of life that we took all too much for granted when the future seemed both far off and endless.
When the future is the present….
If you're lucky, you may get lost in time and space.
