And just like that the wind shifts
The future is futile
I’m in the now now now
Wanting what I can get
Even if the supply is limited
And the offer running out
I’m ordering now
Paying later
And just like that the wind shifts
The future is futile
I’m in the now now now
Wanting what I can get
Even if the supply is limited
And the offer running out
I’m ordering now
Paying later
Just think of it as the plane crash we’ve always said would happen – and you’re reaching for the oxygen mask.
Even if you’ll crash in the end, at least you’ll be high at the time.
Be here now. The only advice I ever heeded, simple but difficult at times.
In that moment, I was in the now. Heavy sigh. Now, moments later, I’m back to telling the future and reinventing the past.
Yes, very difficult to do.
It’s the urgency of the fleeting, fleeing second — once past, gone to infinity — moving, nudging intentions along to immediate fruition, so to speak. 🙂 Being so ‘humanly’ aware of mortality. Living through the possible fallout later on is as much probable as missing out on the possible lasting bliss. 😉 Hope everything turns out for the best. Cheers.
“Living through the possible fallout later on is as much probable as missing out on the possible lasting bliss.” Yes! That’s it exactly. Thanks for your comments, S.L. Corsua.
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