The future is my enemy.
In fact, it’s my number one adversary, way ahead of all others, including physics, luxury SUVs, and brunch.
Honestly, if it weren’t for the future, my life would be immeasurably easier. I’d never have to worry about—well, anything, actually. All my concerns have to do with what’s going to happen or not happen and if there were no future, then no concerns, voila!
Think about it: everything that’s worrisome, from the prospect of a hangover tomorrow morning, to the possibility of being broke and on the streets a few years from now takes place in the future. All those things that bedevil you and keep your eyes fixed wide open on the ceiling at three in the morning are events that have yet to transpire—even the concern that you’ll be exhausted from lying awake all night belongs to the class of things that will only eventually occur.
If weren’t for the future, we’d all be able to live in the present; we could eat or drink whatever we want, kiss or hug whomever we felt like, do or not do anything we pleased without the prospect of any prospects. The perfect in-the-moment life!
Anyone who’s seen the movie Groundhog Day knows what I’m talking about. (Anyone who hasn’t seen it should immediately; it’s arguably the greatest film ever made.)
Once Phil Connors, the jaded, egoistic television weatherman, realizes that he’s living the same day over and over again and can’t die or be killed, he becomes completely liberated. He stuffs his face with pastries, drives his car on the railroad tracks, and steals a bag of money from an armored car—each of those an item on my own bucket list!
Fear of getting fat, or of dying, or of going to jail: future events that prevent me from living life fully,
So, to the future, I say a big “fuck you!”
I’m not gonna live by your rules anymore!
In fact, it’s my number one adversary, way ahead of all others, including physics, luxury SUVs, and brunch.
Honestly, if it weren’t for the future, my life would be immeasurably easier. I’d never have to worry about—well, anything, actually. All my concerns have to do with what’s going to happen or not happen and if there were no future, then no concerns, voila!
Think about it: everything that’s worrisome, from the prospect of a hangover tomorrow morning, to the possibility of being broke and on the streets a few years from now takes place in the future. All those things that bedevil you and keep your eyes fixed wide open on the ceiling at three in the morning are events that have yet to transpire—even the concern that you’ll be exhausted from lying awake all night belongs to the class of things that will only eventually occur.
If weren’t for the future, we’d all be able to live in the present; we could eat or drink whatever we want, kiss or hug whomever we felt like, do or not do anything we pleased without the prospect of any prospects. The perfect in-the-moment life!
Anyone who’s seen the movie Groundhog Day knows what I’m talking about. (Anyone who hasn’t seen it should immediately; it’s arguably the greatest film ever made.)
Once Phil Connors, the jaded, egoistic television weatherman, realizes that he’s living the same day over and over again and can’t die or be killed, he becomes completely liberated. He stuffs his face with pastries, drives his car on the railroad tracks, and steals a bag of money from an armored car—each of those an item on my own bucket list!
Fear of getting fat, or of dying, or of going to jail: future events that prevent me from living life fully,
So, to the future, I say a big “fuck you!”
I’m not gonna live by your rules anymore!
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