Sunday afternoon duldrums

Life seems to tick along so slowly that we often find ourselves so bored with the present we fixate on the next holiday or the next special occasion. We cannot enjoy the moment, because the moment does not exist. It is only a stepping stone into the future, the same future that we will not enjoy as the present because we will discard it as an irrelevant moment in relationship to that anticipated future. The problem lies in the fact that the future always disappoints, because it never delivers the great moment of redemption. It always remains...the unobtainable, undeliverable future.