The present moment has very little to do with the past or the future. Have you ever noticed that the present moment is not sentimental? It asserts its own present constantly. It has no past so it does not hanker after it. The present moment is fresh, alive in each moment. It is not out of the past that it is born but rather out of the present. 

The past only gives birth to memory which is of the past. Past creates past. And even so the future creates the future, which is fantasy. The future is always fantasy because it is never realized. So we exist in the chasm between memory and fantasy. That is the pulse. It is the Now. It is the only place where we can breathe. That is where we are alive. 

May the pulse be with you!

Abhay