What is the future but an illusion? What is the past but a shadow? The former is unknowable; the latter is unchangeable.
All we have is the present. Now. This exact moment.
A friend of mine once said that we live in a world that is so chaotic, so hectic, so concerned with motion and hell-bent on moving forward, and so speculative about what might happen that we ignore what is happening; that there is never a Now. Most of us live so much in the future that Now is merely a stepping stone to next. We overlook the bounty of what we have in favor of what we desire. We microwave in minutes meals that once took our grandmothers an afternoon to prepare; not because we wish to enjoy the food sooner, but because the faster we eat, the faster we can move on to the next thing. The paradox is that when that "next" arrives, it becomes "now" and we barrel through it as well. It is a pursuit that never ends.
For me, there is but a single truth that I need to know about my future: someday, hopefully far off on that distant horizon, I will die.
Until that time, the only matter of consequence is what I choose to do with each successive Now.
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