Living in the present

We must not allow the enticing voice of the future to rob us of our appreciation for the present.

Yesterday slips away beneath the rolling tires of progress. I speed ahead towards the future, the present a mere moment viewed through the limited sight of my windows.
And I wonder what is left behind?
What lies ahead?
I barely perceive the briefest moment, and POOF! It's escaped into the past.
Moving, moving forward to . . .
What?
More life? More living? More experience? More knowledge?
    More sorrows, joys, hopes, fears?
Or perhaps more peace.
Is this where peace resides? In the past hallways of our lives?
That place where we ponder our chosen paths attempting to make sense of this life?
If so, why do we hurtle forward?

No wonder the elderly often seem put off by the hustle and bustle of life. They've learned to slow the pace (maybe are even forced to do so), appreciate the moment, and then move forward.