It it crazy that I keep thinking further into the future when I’m doing something I enjoy?
I sit here, on vacation, enjoying the sun and I’m already thinking about where I’m going for the next trip.
Why do I do that?
Why can’t I be happy being where I am?
Why do I always have to look further ahead?
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Categories: flash fiction