Just when did we spend so much time thinking about the future?
In the past, the more distant past, we lived little lives. Our survival was threatened at every turn by the real possibility of being extinguished. When cemetaries recorded ages of the dead as belonging within three decades, when old men and women reached ages that are still very young for people of today, the future was a concern that never settled on anyone’s thoughts. It was the present and the past that were real.
Nowadays we expect to live into our seventh or eighth decades and with this comes the belief that the future exists as some tangible destination that only needs to be planned for. If we plan for it, it will come. Therefore, we sacrifice the present for the certainty of the future in which astute financial arrangements will see us live long and well into some distant twilight. Just what if it’s all a trap?
The only time that I have met the future is when it has happened. Without even realising its presence, the future immediately turns away from me and is gone. I am left holding the thin air of its promise. In fact, the future is a sneak-thief. It rifles our dreams, seconds our seconds and makes us believe that it is a place on the horizon that, when reached, provides sanctuary from the cares of now. Yet it is a mirage, an illusion of water in a very dry place. Yet we still thirst for it.
If, and that is a very big two-letter word, IF we decided to live in the present whilst paying respect to a past that has taught us, would we be able to move from day to day? Would our lives be that much poorer for wasting our thoughts on the times thathave not yet come; or may never come?
Seize the day before the days seize up with rusted over-thinking.