your memories are built only of comforting lies. you've long replaced the truth with nostalgia. nostalgia is meaningless, it is nothing but an empty image, a simulacrum: a copy for which no original exists.
so why even bother worrying about the future?
you'll always be disappointed, surprised, horrified by whatever future arises for you regardless of your beliefs, regardless of your actions.
your future has no foundation, nothing concrete to grasp onto, no fertile soil in which to germinate, no roots to stabilize you as you emerge, full of life into the world, eager to climb ever more desperately towards the sky.
these are the bitter consequences of so falsely remembering the past