Far reaching.

I tend to get ahead of myself. I spend a lot of time thinking about the future.

This is sort of absurd because "The Future" is nothing more than an abstract collection of expectations and idealisms. Of course it's perfect, you just imagined it yourself. But who are we to know where we are going?

I could walk into the street and get hit by a bus tomorrow. Then what? Why all these wasted hours on what could be, when we're missing such spectacular moments happening now?

Now.

Now.

In life and in everything, The Unexpected creeps in. Sometimes slowly, sometimes all at once.

What's important isn't how well we plan for the future. What's important is how much of the present we're watching closely enough to appreciate.