When you're laying on your deathbed, you're not going to wish you lived for more tomorrows. You're not going to be thinking about unimportant things or what other people thought of you.

Eventually you run out of tomorrows to live for and that’s when you realize all you had was now.

You spend all of this time catering to other people’s fleeting thoughts about you, only to realize you never actually thought about what you wanted to be.

Are you living for the next thing?

Is your life right now all about something that’s about to happen? Are you fixated on something that takes place in the future? Are you waiting for something to start, end, move, change, improve, or go away before you believe that life has started for you?