A journey already in progress. The entirety of my life. One long, complex series of interactions, causes, effects, thoughts, words, deeds, accomplishments, and failures. All leading to this present point in space-time where it fans out ahead of me like a prism splitting light. Possibilities in an endless spectrum.
I read somewhere that thinking too much about the past causes depression, and thinking too much of the future causes anxiety. There really is no other time like now. The present, the source of all futures. And yet, we all too often drift off to the past in sorrow, obsess over possible futures in dread, or, disappear behind the thought processes needed to navigate a path from the former to the latter without focusing on either for too long.