Our continuos internal monologue comes at a cost,
ruminating all insecurities, anxieties, and fears.
Playing back those moments in your mind.
What did I just do? What I could've done, what I should've done are all reality here.
Living in the future and glorifying the past and missing your life one step at a time.
There better be a heaven if we're going to waste our time like this.
We need to start a new conversation a re-work of attitude, embrace the moment shrug of the shackles and be free of al qualms, and find your way back to the present moment. How dissatisfied with the present must you be to be constantly preparing a more fulfilling future?
When that future never arrives.
Presently perfect I am presently perfect