I have to think of the past in order to have something to compare the present with. Without the possibility of comparison, I am unable to understand the current status or position.

In the past, nails, hair, and walls were painted, but today, sugar, flour, meat, and bacon are painted. The truth has always been painted, but unlike today, once upon a time, it was not so noticeable.

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I also think about the future, but not more than about the past. My focus is my present, though. The past is gone, and I'm not sure that the future will come. So, the present is my only reality.

Look forward with hope, look back with gratitude, and live today with love!