Creating futures, wasting presents...

We spend most of our life planning. We plan what we are doing tomorrow, next week, next month. We plan how we will be living next year, in 5 years in 15 years. We plan and we work for it. Suddenly we start working for living and living for planning. We scheduled our actions so hardly that we start scheduling our feelings: it's time to cry, to be in love, to be happy, to be honest with myself, to re-think...we start to be free at repetitions and to be freeze at emotions. Dissapointment becomes, in turn, the common guideline for our course of action: we are scared of it, we run out of it, we feel bad about it, we fight against it all the time. Thus, dissapointment is translated to the border line between the extreme happiness or the terrific loneliness. Yes, the extremes of the picture. Because as we plan, we expect, we starve, we need perfection. We are not expecting what it is, we expect what it will probably be; and, ladies and gentlemen, we become in the unsatisfied ones. We are constantly thirsty for what we will probably have, we struggle against possibilities and we manage our own probabilities. We live searching rather than enjoying. We become part of "the mass", but we consider ourselves dreamers...so, we are arrogant. We dont dream, we expect and that is when mistakes turn to be defeats.