Misgivings

OH FUCK!!!!!  That didn’t go so well, dd it?!?!  Quite awful, actually!! Couldn’t have gone much worse!!  Well, move on the next moment then!!  No point living in the past; there’s nothing of value hanging out there.  The next moment is the only one that really matters after the one at hand has come and gone.  That moment from a second ago no longer has any relevance so there is no point fretting over it, even for a nanosecond.  Start over fresh with the next moment, okay?!?!  The moment to come is the only timeframe that matters after this moment at hand passes, and then the one after that and the one after that and so on and so on and so on.  That moment from a second ago is meaningless now—Utterly meaningless!!—as meaningless as wings on a helicopter or tits on a boar pig or ten carat diamonds lurking twenty miles beneath the surface of the Earth.  The past is a temporal graveyard rife with skeletal regrets and cartilaginous misgivings and broken promises; the present, a joyous arcade; the future…..a repository for boundless dreams.