We scroll endlessly, wishing for another life —
while this one waits in the background,
quietly offering what we once wished for.
A life full of what-ifs,
overflowing with maybes,
yet somehow,
empty of this moment.
Because every wish tied to what’s gone
or what’s not here yet
pulls us further from the ground beneath our feet.
It isn’t wrong to wish.
It’s human —
to want more, to dream beyond,
to chase what seems missing.
But sometimes, in reaching for later,
it’s easy to miss what already found us.
So the question lingers:
If your life feels full of wishes,
what part of now
are you overlooking?
Starving the present
with a thousand futures
and ended pasts.