snatch tomorrow out the sky and throw it away.
essentially, that’s what happens when you live in yesterday. the moment always passes in a blur and before you know it, chunks of time have fallen out your hands to the ground, shattered. even if they can be pieced together, the cracks always show.
time is that precious. if you’re anything like me, you spend too much of it in the future or in the past, but not enough being here, now, making this life exactly what you want it to be.
eventually, living in the past becomes trite and the feelings of unfulfillment compound. so stop. now.
survey the moment and appreciate it for what it is and what it isn’t.
instead of reminiscing over what was, build a better “now” now.