Story #37: Past, Present, Future? (The Anonymous Anecdotes Project)

Past, present, future; the three things that define our lives.
Do they really?

People often ask me about me past experience. What all did I do in school? Was I a good student? What all hobbies I had?

If not my past, they are way too interested in my future. What do you plan to do after two years? What do you want to become? What’s your ultimate goal in life?

Each time, I feel, hang on, please. Let’s discuss our present lives. Let’s talk about where we are right now, at this moment. 

Our generation has just forgotten the meaning of living in the present. Either we are too sad about the past, or too scared about the future. 

This has led us to not value things in our lives, more importantly, the people in our lives. Nothing is permanent; that’s the biggest truth of life. 

The people you love, live with them in the present. Do not think about the past or what’s going to happen in the future.

You must be thinking, it’s not easy to have such a perspective about life. But trust me, it’s the best way. 

I had my experience which taught me this. I don’t want to talk about it much, because it’s gone, it’s in the past. 

I was about ten; very young to understand emotions and people, obviously. I had a brother; lost him when he was not even three months old. The most precious one in my life. At that point, I didn’t even realise what had happened. 

My family made me strong. So now, I realise that indeed, nothing is permanent. You never know what’s going to happen. 

So just love the people you really want to. Enjoy the moments now. Because really, life is just about the present; no past, no future. 


I’ve always seen the present as this, nothingness. The present, to me, is just a fleeting moment; always moving away from us just when we’re reaching to grab it.

But the fact that nothing is permanent forces one into action. Knowing that all we have is right now, even if it’s just a fleeting moment, makes you seize the moment. 

Appreciate what you have right now, because things will not be the same forever. 

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(The Anonymous Anecdotes is a project under which anyone can send me a memory, a story or an experience from their life that had a profound impact on them. It requires people to write their respective experience along with the way it changed them or their perception of life. According to the project, these stories are being published anonymously, with the intent of spreading a positive message and a hope that anyone who reads, relates or learns.)

The Future

January 13, 2056;

The sound of the water
still calms her nerves
after a long run from home
to here, at the beach.
She’d always liked the feeling
of the soft sand on her feet;
and today
she buries them in it
so deep.
The end of her cigarette,
lightened up;
rapidly turns to ashes
consuming her lungs
just as fast-
she takes in a puff of smoke
a casual, lighthearted breakfast.
A poet screams verses in her ears
and now she takes out
her secret little black diary
crashes the end of her cigarette on the sand
and begins to write
“Fifty years ago when I was a nobody…
When I couldn’t even fathom
the end to my story…”
and she was forced to rethink
how life completely switched
from up to upside down
from the things she’d wanted
to the things she had lost;
from the way she wanted to be loved
to losing everything she held dear-
grief creeped up her neck,
along with the horrors of her lifetime, her crashed hopes;
weakened by her memories,
in her diary
her final call, her last words she wrote.

 

Its five days later-
not even one sighting of her;
“I know just where she is”
hope was shining in the eyes of her mother.
And just as she predicted,
its pages painted with the sand, her secret black diary was found
sprawled on the ground;
with the last words written on it
but the girl was nowhere to be found-
“Forever to remain, mixed with the salt of the sea;
today I’ll let the sand beneath this water
gulp me up and bury me.”

Drunk

Time is a fluid, they say-
Drink on to forget the past,
Drink on to get to the future;
and I
like to constantly sift between
the past,
the present
and the future.

A pile of guilt and remorse
for things that could’ve been evaded;
a hoard of dreams and goals
that need to be traded.

They say time is a fluid,
and tonight
we’re two bottles down
into the future.