I thought of this while I was reading a book outside on a breezy day and my cat was bugging me. I saw the needs of the world around me. The way I see it, the past stings - at least, only if you dwell on it - because it so desperately wants to be alive again. The present, on the other hand, is alive, like my cat, demanding it be fed right now so life can be sustained. Because that is what the present calls us to do - to act. The future, however, is neither dead, nor alive, like the wind. I saw the future as a wistful daydreamer, like Cinderella waiting for her ball, keeping the currents up because duty is duty, but wondering when fate will whisk it away and make it's daydreams real in the present.