Do you ever feel like there's more than one of you?

At the same time that I'm so impatient in one sense, in another sense I remind myself, "I can't be contented with yesterday's glories, I can't live on promises winter to spring. Today is my moment, and now is my story; who cares what tomorrow will bring?"

and, if I can't appreciate what there is in this moment to be enjoyed, how can I expect to enjoy any future occasions I'm awaiting? Life is what happens while you're busy making other plans.