All Is Well

Learning to be present has been a task.  My mind likes wandering in the past, dragging back memories good and bad.  Both can torture you at the right moment.  My thoughts seem to have given up on looking at the future. 'Ah it'll be good some day.' How much do you really believe in the future you see...

Till I can figure out my faith in the future, I'm going to work on the present.