tonight at work (yeah, i work) i was thinking about life…

it was all falling apart and i was thinking about what to say, what i’ll do, what i’ve done and i realized something important…

there is no future and no past,
there is hopes and regrets,
and points of pride and worries,
but in reality…those are all a matter of choice.
i should live in/for the present…for in reality…there is only right now and everything else is potential…or history…and those are debatable.

presently, there is hope for breathing, i’ll take it.