You ask me, "Why do you look at the future so much?"
"Why you do not dwell on the past?"

I think it's because the future holds so much hope,
an anticipation for something marvelous.
I think it's because the past holds so much pain,
that I could not feel them anymore.
I think it's because the past is a mixture of the bitter and the sweet,
and sometimes I cannot distinguish which is which.

And then I see the present,
that was once my future and will one day be my past.
The present that is the mover of the future.
The present that is the lesson of the past.
And so the present is certainty and uncertainty combined.

And so why do I look at the future,
and not so much on my present and the past?

I think it's because the future is uncertain and creative,
and the past is neither.
I think it's because the future is far away,
and the journey is worth the yearning.
I think it's because the future is at the palm of my hands,
without me having to move mountains.
I think it's because the future will always be my own,
and not of the outside terrains.

But ultimately,
I think it's because the future is always happy,
the present is somber and the past is lonely.
And I can't wait for the day
when I look at my past like I look at my future--
with gaiety, with hope, and with vigor.