Present

Why is it so hard to live in the present? Why do we seem to long for the future? Why do we always think that the grass is always greener on the other side, and then when we get there we think there must be another 'other side'? Why can't we be content with what we have or where we are in life? Why do we think that the future holds something so much different than today?

I'm not sure, but I know that I'm sick of feeling like I am just waiting around, waiting for something to happen, waiting for things to start changing. I know that the longing may be a God thing, that this isn't our final place, there is more out there for us, but that is not what I'm talking about. I'm talking about that inner desire to want more, to think that the future holds so much prosperity and to think that everything will be so much better in the next (you fill in the blank with the time frame). I want to live in the present. I want to live in the here and now, but it seems to be so difficult.