I was 19 maybe. 20? Yeah, I guess. At that age, which was three years ago, I came across a notion that says “living in the present.” What? What does that even mean? They told me not to live neither in the future nor the past. It was like someone has flickered a torch on a hidden spot in my mind. Living in the future. Living in the past. Why the hell haven’t I heard about this before? Does my society hate happiness that much?! I mean, all of what they used to do is to make me dream about the future and if I fail they make me look at my past to feel bad, sad, and maybe if I had a spare time, I’d probably learn something. THEY HAVE NEVER TOLD ME TO BE PRESENT.