God give me patience... but can you hurry up?

The conscience that is called time is an awful thing. However much I try to live in the moment, I have hardly ever got to feel that kind of intensity which blows the thoughts of the future or the past away from me. But I have and they have become precious. All I want to do is go back to these moments. This time traveling inside my own head invokes never felt before emotions, deep sadness for what is past, a fear for the future and a constant yearning for something to happen which will be well worth all this waiting.