What is there left for me?

... you cannot hold out for a second by the clock but lament: ‘time is a constant dripping by of moments which fall behind one another and go up in smoke; above, the future hangs unchanged, and below, the past grows eternally and becomes bigger and bigger the further it flees backward; what is there left for me?’ ‘The present,’ I reply. However much time may fly before you, the present is your eternity and will never forsake you.

Jean Paul Richter