Isn’t it funny, when you think about the “future” you literally look ahead in your brain to a different time, a different space than you are in right now, almost as if it were tangible, an object you could manipulate and change. We save money for the future, we talk about the future, we make choices and decisions in our daily lives so that we can CREATE the future.

But what if I told you that the future is not some distant island of your soon-to-be self, not your ideal vision, not something your golden compass will point you towards? Oh we are sailing towards something, don’t get me wrong, our ships are wandering the seas with ghostly captains at the helm, and none of us recognize we are on the ship’s crew, the compass is pointing towards now, today, this very moment. Each second that passes by we are in the future, the past, the present. Only to the wise old owl of Time is there a distinction.

Don’t you see? The fabric of our every minute is also our future, but we wish time ahead of us, planning for “when” and waiting for... what? What are we waiting for? More friends? More kids? Better circumstances? Until we are older, less capable, until our loved ones are starting to die around us and our bodies are breaking down? Let’s wait until we have piles of money and life is so much easier and then, then we will LIVE.

Future me will be so much better than the NOW me. Too bad I have to be the NOW me until then.

And then what happens when we get to this time ahead of us, what do we do then? Will we recognize that moment and say “finally, now I am in the future!”

Do you see how absurd that is?

Nah, I choose life, I’d like to live. I think you get my point