"Forever is composed of nows" -Emily Dickinson
In life, we are told to live in the moment. Slow down and smell the roses. Etc, etc. My problem? I physically can't. Believe me, I try. And while forever may be composed of nows, I'm always looking for the next. Today was the last day of the play I was in. I should've been enjoying it, saying goodbye to the cast members I'd gotten close to and relishing my time in the spotlight. But all I could think about was school the next day and what I was going to wear. And if not that, then I was thinking about the next book I'm going to read. Or what college I'll attend. Or where I'll live where I'm twenty-two. I can't focus on the moment. I'll go to the movies and while I'm sitting in the theater, I'll start thinking about the next movie I want to see or what I'll tell my friends and family I think about it. It's like I can't live in the moment. Stop and smell the roses? I would love to. But I can't. I'm told I'll miss high school when I'm older, and I suppose I will, but that doesn't stop me from looking forward to when I can get out. I feel like I was born to move. To travel. To do something. I can't live in the moment because I'm thinking of what I'll do someday. And I suppose that until I do it, I'll always be looking for the next. Next day, next week, next month. Next minute, next second, next moment. Next breath. Next, next, next. Leave a Reply. |
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