it consumes me.
it is all i think about.
it is all i write of.
my dreams at night only consist of this.
the future.
i spend
too much time
too much thought
too much concentration
on what awaits me.
the biggest fear i have in life is laying on my deathbed with a heart full of regrets.
but if i’m constantly thinking of the future, and mapping it out,
then how will i ever be able to deal with the present?
my only guaranteed moment is this one-
and this one.
and i suppose i need to enjoy it more.
rather than constantly worrying myself
to the point where
i may have an aneurysm
and all my plans will have been for
nothing.
i need to
breathe
relax
sit back
work towards the future
but not lose sight of what’s right here in front of me.