The present is nothing. We always fall in love with the idea of us, but fail to actually live up to our imagination. That’s why we always think about the future instead of enjoying the moment. We always imagine what college would be like or how it would feel to travel the world. But when we actually get to find out what these things are actually like, we end up disappointed. Slowly , our whole life passes like this ; the present doesn’t exist, while the future becomes the past. And we will all reach a point in our lives when we realize that we can’t be happy anymore, that happiness is just a reminiscence and that there’s nothing left for us. You’re in love with a memory. An echo from another time.
Honestly, I hope that I won’t ever reach that point ; but, looking back, all these years seem more like minutes and I feel like I’ve never lived at all.