Someday I will meet my girlfriend. Oneday I will write a blockbuster movie. Tomorrow I will do that reading. I live in the future. I live in the past. I live in a dreamword. But somewhere along the way I forgot to live today.
The present is still sitting under the christmas tree, it's wrapping dulled by years of being overlooked, and slighty misshapen from being overloaded, and dumped on. I forgot to live today, because I was too concerned about how I would live tomorrow. I forgot to smile today when I talked to my girl, because I was too busy wishing for the future to hurry up so I could be with my girl. I forgot to see the beauty of a new day awaiting me as went outside because I was too busy planning tomorrow.
I've never just lived in the moment, thinking only about here and now, my mind is always full of someday I will...someday I'll go...someday I'll see. What if that someday never comes? What if I spend all my todays thinking about a tomorrow that never arrives. The past concerns me. I get lost in old memories, worrying about what happened yesterday that no one cares about now except me. The future overwhelms me. I have such plans. I want a career. I want a life with my girlfriend. I want happiness. I want this and that and a few other things. Someday I will have the world! The present is foreign to me. I miss the present. Taking each breath without thinking of the next one, the next ten. Writing a paper without thinking of next weeks paper. The present really is a gift, and someday I plan to open that gift and see what is inside. Maybe even tomorrow.
I count too often on somedays, onedays, and tomorrows.