For far too long I’ve been struggling finding the present. My mind has been stuck in an endless time loop, destined to repeat itself for its ignorance of discovering another option. I sound broken, but there is a comfort in this void. I’m more worried for what I see than what I don’t. To run towards ignorance, that’s not who I am. I understand more than I know how to express. I suspect my vanity would dwindle of self importance. No one cares, why should I? I find more peace with pursuing and defining acceptance. I want to focus on today, with a dash of tomorrow. I want that want to define my future. It may sound silly, and I’m probably trying to convince myself that happiness continues to be a myth, but I suspect whenever I choose to stop and allow myself to be in the presence of mind will I ever begin to allow myself to understand that we are here, right now. Every day I fight for the present self, I often laugh at myself still just as giddy as the first; this is what happiness is. Seems so silly. Feels most important. Charmed by its innocence. Best not to fight this. I yield.