Tomorrow’s unknowns vs today’s offerings
I don’t want to neglect my present while working on my future
I have dreams racing through my brain waves that spill out into the rest of my body. Through swerving doubts and conditioning around perceived limitations, these aspirations are constantly crashing into other dreams and taking the dream-debris with them to evolve into an even bigger goal. Like the tiny metal ball in a pinball machine if it had the permission to make a mess of the machine it’s stuck in. I love dreaming in monuments. As big as my imagination can understand. My brain doesn’t see obstacles as the death of dreams but simply a hurdle to jump over, crawl under or smash to pieces. It's always a case of devising a plan, breaking it down into actionable steps to form a strategy and go forth and conquer the motherfucking world. I excite myself so easily. I love working towards the fantastical utopia that exists in my head. It’s my own path assembled by me and laid out for me to follow. It’s my own evolution slowly unfolding. It’s pretty cool.
But of course, living for tomorrow runs the risk of forgetting today.
I would never remark that I’m ungrateful for the life I have but my actions of working with all of my might towards the future say otherwise. They sporadically speak volumes of my disinterest in the present. Even now as I’m writing this I feel like I’ve swallowed a
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