The funny thing about being human is the constant compulsion of chasing the future. It’s what makes us special compared to other animals. We think about what we will need/want/be doing/feel/ see later, not just what we need for the present moment to keep is alive. Don’t get me wrong…I do believe animals can have some pretty complex stuff going on in their brains. They feel connections, love, hate, warmth, sadness, grief, loneliness, excitement, anger, fear, and puzzlement like we do…to an extent. But those feelings, even when they are strong, pass. Or at least they don’t loom as much in the future like ours do. We hold onto all of those muddled and complex wants we have for the moment and stick them into a little bottle in the future. For some reason or another, we trick ourselves into believing nothing will change. Or that everything will change. I dunno… We think so much about what will happen– what we will end up working for for the rest of our lives, how much we will end up earning, who our friends will be, what our houses will look like, how many pets we’ll have, if we will start a family, if we will still look as good as we do now, if our health will be good or bad, how many adventurous moments we will have, if we will ever find true happiness. And that’s what we do. We hope that it will get better. And when it is better we want more. And we still think there is more. We want more. Our passion to want more is both wonderful and slightly depressing. It is what makes us special and powerful. We can do anything because we desire anything and everything. But… it is also what makes us confused, lonely, tired, anxious, empty, destitute, sad, and terrified. That drive to chase time. As if we could ever catch it. As if our future holds happiness or something completely worse. What we don’t know, with all that chasing and thinking and planning and waiting, is that we only have now. We only have today. And we are the only ones that can give us real happiness. But it is nearly impossible to see how unreal later is. It’s plainly just a crap ton of “nows” passing by.