Waiting for A Right Time

 

I was under the strong influence that I should find a thing that I liked the most, just like as much as being in love with. And until I found the right one, I thought I was allowed to move around and to search for it, and that period of time could be in a process of growing ups or could be defined as growing pains. In the mean time, I had believed it was alright or at least hoped to stay that way for some more years to come on the basis of predicting a positive outcome. Apparently, its mood was not vanished until I became fifty.

 

What I missed was that I did not realize time flied so fast enough to recognize. And I evidently paid my due later on with or without my consent. That was the moment I had sensed the importance of a present progressive tense in time.

 

I am living in a present day, not in the past nor for future. Of course, they are all connected in some sense, but without proper behaviours in a present term, nothing could be built or verified in a satisfactory term.

 

Although I have been established from who I was and am building toward who I will be, what I am doing now is the most concern among all three tenses.