What about tomorrow?

I was thinking about what to write tonight, and I realized that all that is on my heart is the future. I know, I'm saying that that is all, and that seems a bit inadequate; but when you've been thinking about the future for the last 8 or 9 months, it seems a little redundant to think about it again. It's beginning to feel like tomorrow is coming too soon, but it will never get here. Have you ever felt like that? Like you don't have enough time, but you wish you had less? Maybe I'm not making much sense. Or, maybe I've hit upon that great, unattainable theory that wakes us up in the middle of the night, but in the morning you can never remember what that thought was that pulled you out of you're Lunesta induced slumber. Then again, it might be the question itself that is Lunesta induced...
So. The future. It's yet to come. And yet it is coming. It scares me, and excites me. It motivates me, and it makes me want to hide under the covers. Is their a way to successfully do both?
While I contemplate a way to make myself into two people so I can satisfy both personalities that seem to be warring inside of me at the moment, let me leave you with this. People in our current culture will tell you to seize the day, and not worry about tomorrow. This brilliant philosophy has contributed greatly to our current economic disaster. It's also been a major cause in the decline of America's morals. Please do worry about tomorrow. Think about the consequences of your actions. How will your decisions today affect you tomorrow? How will they influence me the day after that? And my children, the day after that?