the good times are killing me
The future is no place to place your better days..

In a meditative moment, I sourced all of my anxieties, fears, and desires into one basket. I metaphorically wrapped them up and shipped them to an unknown address. For too long I’ve lived in dwelled on the past, and lived for tomorrow. For someone like myself who reaches out to others to live in the “now”, its high time I started doing this myself.