We are spending our life waiting for events to come, just to see them passing and moving on. As much as it hurts, as much as we don’t like it, we are only living our life waiting for something to happen : the next weekend, a birthday, Christmas, Easter etc. As they come, they go, this is the rule we cannot escape, and our biggest mistake is that we never live in the present. We only project the future as we would like it to be and we remember the past for both good and bad things. And what is happening with the present, does it really exist? Did we kill it or did we just improvise for writing about it?
I am now experiencing something new: not thinking at the future, nor the past. And, my friends, there is an ugly truth : there is no present, only boredom…
