Remembering The Future

At about 12AM the nostalgia sets in. I start to think differently. It’s a transformation. I’m not quite sure how the science plays into it, but I do know that I transform. I transform from a logical human being to some kind of wild dreamer. I start to think about all my hopes and dreams and long for them more than anything. I start to imagine what my life will look like in 10 years, and sometimes in only 2 months. I think about what it will be like when I actually do live through my dreams. I make up these dreams in such vivid detail that it feels like I have lived through them. I feel a nostalgia for what is to come. I love what hasn’t happened. I know it’s probably not good. I should live in the moment. I shouldn’t think too far ahead. But isn’t it the hope for what is to come that keeps us going? I think that it is. I think that without a nostalgia for what we have never known, no one would ever get anywhere. No one would ever achieve things if they never dreamed. So here I go again, remembering the future.