Everybody has to start somewhere. You have your whole future ahead of you. Perfection doesn't happen right away.

Samsa certainly had no idea what lay ahead. He was in the dark about everything: the future, of course, but the present and the past as well . What was right, and what was wrong? Just learning how to dress was a riddle.

Unfortunately, the clock is ticking, the hours are going by. The past increases, the future recedes. Possibilities decreasing, regrets mounting.

This may be the most important proposition revealed by history: 'At the time, no one knew what was coming.

With each passing moment I'm becoming part of the past. There is no future for me, just the past steadily accumulating.

At some point the future becomes reality. And then it quickly becomes the past.

You throw a stone into a deep pond. Splash. The sound is big, and it reverberates throughout the surrounding area. What comes out of the pond after that? All we can do is stare at the pond, holding our breath.

The pure present is an ungraspable advance of the past devouring the future

Dreams are things from the past. They aren't from the future. That wasn't you imprisoned there. You imprison your dreams. You understand?Yeah, I'd say. But I wasn't convinced.