Growing up I imagined the future as this distant place where everything important would happen. It was where dreams would come true, where problems would disappear, and where life would finally make sense. I treated it almost like a destination waiting for me somewhere ahead. Looking back, that belief seems a little ridiculous now—not because the future does not exist, but because I have come to realize that life is never actually lived there. No matter how far we move forward, life always unfolds in the present moment.
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