This too shall pass...

I've noticed off late that I'm constantly waiting for some point in the future. Almost like the present is too uncomfortable a place to be in. When I'm at work, I wait for the next day off. When I'm free, I'm looking forward to something I have planned later. When I'm feeling something- any emotion that even mildly ripples the surface, I'm waiting for it to pass.

In effect, I'm wishing my life away...
Minute by minute.
Event by event.
Emotion by emotion.