days of future passed. i was a burnout in high school. i thought high school meant get high in the field by the playground while the straight kids play ball games. i thought junior high school is where you get prepped for the burnout. it's not that i was a miscreant, it was the 'burbs. villa dark, lombored. 
anyway funny that what i started out to say was i'm trying to attain balance, neither tilting toward the anxious future nor leaning back into the discomfiting past. well i was just trying to be calm and listen, but r. said she read if you're anxious you're in the future, if you're depressed you're in the past, if you're at peace you're in the now. first i said what if you're all three by turns, or all at once, what if all crowd into the moment. but i was being obtuse. i know what she means. no matter what happened is happening or going to happen right now you could be contemplating a snowflake photographed in the 19th century right now. you could be putting a featureless found snowman on a pedestal falulu and adding weird limbs and a hat that was too roomy for your smallish  head, and a bulb that didn't quite make it underground but might by spring. that's what r. was saying, in effect, as i see it now.
i was a burnout i guess but i'm not a burnout now, i get depressed sure, anxious of course, i'm only a human, not a snowman, but i do get high in the now.
remember though that album by the moody blues, days of future passed? that was manna for the kid, it still is now.