On the here and now and the allure of tomorrow.
January 8, 2012 § 1 Comment
Looking through the collection of thoughts via tumblr and random files in my computer, I notice a recurring theme in the collection of quotes that at one time or another have struck a chord in me. That is, to slow down, take a breath and enjoy the present. I guess I have always been a worrier, rushing from one task to the next, either anxiously awaiting what the unknown will bring, or silently despairing about the present. Oh me of little faith.
I feel no particular fear of the future at the moment, and yet my body says otherwise. Lately I lie in bed with a torrential downpour of constant thought, incessant, unstoppable. Clearing my mind is an impossible task.
Why can’t man ever be content with the here and now? Why is the allure of the future so seductive and yet terrifying at the same time, such that we devote eons of thought to it, so much so that we forget the sensation of the present? The present must have some merit, more than being a liminal state into what lies ahead. And then, there is the question of when the present is not to one’s liking. What do you do then? Do you look ahead to a better tomorrow when today is oozing crap? How can we even be sure that tomorrow is going to come and we spend all of today wishing/wanting/worrying about tomorrow?
A world built on an infinity of todays would be infinitely better than a world of numbered tomorrows. Because then everyone would live the shit out of today, and everyone would just be on equal footing day after day after day.
But maybe that is the meaning of what it is to be here – the constant negotiation of the present to shape it, mould it, make it into a more palatable future.