Future, this invention of our mind, can be anything we want it to be, and we’ll be right.
The future isn’t here yet, so everything is a right answer.
The past is wasted energy, as is reliving it.
The present is here, now – and if here and now isn’t especially motivating for you – I suggest you think about your future.
If you don’t like yours, think about mine.
My future will be everything I can imagine – plus an unimaginable amount more, filled with possibility and value, all of which will unfold without regard to anything I might do or any problems in my past. I’m certain of it.
People cannot be perfect, but perfect for our purpose, perfectly beautiful in every way we wish and – perfect for us.
Somewhere in crevices of memory, some learning, a few ounces of wisdom – there is place and space for every member of this human race, there is creative juice and mysterious seasoning which, blended together, give me squinty vision to path of happiness, while knowing roads to ruin have ‘bridge out’ signs, so we must steer using our squinty vision.
Yesterday I hit the road, headed north to the land of grandchildren. As I walked in the door, typically shy granddaughter Isla said “Grandpa” and “OK” within moments, and then everything was OK.
Thriving they are – Isla at 2, Alex at 5 months – taxing their mother’s energy level as few things in life can possibly do, they are the magic of life.
They are life.
They are the future.
Mine anyway …
column written/ published from Fort Saskatchewan
morning walk: 14C / 57F, overcast, light breeze – very pleasant après-rain, keeping Gusta out of clay construction muck was a near-impossible challenge. Sliding on wet clay atop pavement required every recollection of skating I could muster …