Trading the real present for an imagined future

I want the future for some imagined reason. I say “imagined” because the future isn't real. It's a thought in my head. I've made it up. Why do I want the future more than the present? I have traded reality for imagination when I want the future more than the present. I have only given the present a cursory glance. I have not conducted a full investigation. What is here that I haven't noticed? The future will be another present, and what will I do then? Still want for a more distant future?

Wanting the future is abandoning the present. The present is too rich to abandon. Too beautiful, too interesting. There's so much here. So much to be explored with my senses—in such detail, at such depth. My experience of the future is limited by the imaginative power of my mind. My experience of the present is an endless flow of information from reality to my senses.