I just realized I’ve been so busy chasing the future that I forgot to live the present.

Every moment, I’m planning—mapping out the next step, preparing for what’s ahead, making sure I’m on the right path. I tell myself that once I get there, wherever there is, I’ll finally be happy. That once everything is in place, I’ll finally start living.

But the future keeps shifting, always just out of reach. And in the process, the present slips through my fingers, unnoticed, unlived. I look back and see a timeline of goals, achievements, and carefully laid-out plans… but I struggle to find the moments. The ones where I was fully here, instead of lost in the next move.

And now I wonder—what if I spend my whole life like this? What if I reach the future I’ve been chasing, only to realize I never truly lived at all?