I am torn between the bliss of living in the moment, shedding the past, forgetting the future in order to simply be when and where I am, fully and completely, and the realization that, in doing so, I limit those same kinds of moments in the future by eschewing any consideration for the consequences of that fleeting, wonderful, period. Is an hour of happiness now worth a year of possibility then? While tomorrow is not guaranteed, to neglect the likelihood that it will come is to hasten the day when it will be so.
As well, when one person lays down the burden of responsibility for the effects of their cause, someone else must invariably shoulder it. That is the simple math upon which the universe is built. One cannot say that they will pick it up themselves tomorrow in the same breath that one whispers that there may be no tomorrow without being a fool, a liar or both.
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