We're always on the verge of something. There's always a horizon to look forward to (or to look away from). It feels like that's when I pay anything the most attention. Once it happens, it doesn't matter so much, and I don't even remember it. Unless I've written it down, chances are I won't think of it for a long while, if at all. Even when I write it down, I don't remember until I stumble into the little nostalgic archives we all keep in one form or another. Then I say, "Oh yeah. I sort of remember the way I felt at that point," and I realize it hasn't changed me much.

The past me doesn't know how the present me feels. Is that what we all think? Is that right? Also, the present me doesn't know how the future me will feel. See, the focus is forward. It is to the future, like that's all that matters. Some would say it is the present that matters, and still others say time is an illusion. But the truth for me is, The future me doesn't know how I feel, and I don't know how the past me feels. I won't even be here tomorrow. Why should I let that selfish bastard take all the credit for my existence?

...Because the next day, he will be in the same spot as I am. You see? I know my future self better than he does.