Present

What if I wake up the next morning and find myself back in the past where my aesthetic memories were made? I have been feeling nostalgic lately and I wonder how it feels to live in the past.

Or maybe let's imagine I have traveled in time and landed on the future I crave to see. Let's say I wake up in the mansion I created in my mind. 

Will I feel satisfied then? 

Of course not. I no longer fit in the past. I outgrew the life I had then. If I go back now I would be a stranger who sees the world from the outside, noticing every single fault of my former life. 

And the future is not ready for me. Or rather I am not ready for the future. How could I comprehend the future without the survival kit I collect along the way? Isn't the process the currency for the future? 

This version of me will only exist at present. I haven't existed yesterday nor will I continue to be in the future. I have been viewing time as a chain that binds me to the ground. But what if the ground is right where I am supposed to be? 

Time is how I get a chance to live multiple lives. It is a way I fit into different boxes. So instead of cheating my way around, let me give myself a break to enjoy the person I am today.