Life is not something that’s going to happen soon. No, it’s happening right now. This moment. Which is why you and I find ourselves in the middle of it. It’s happening to us, around us and despite us. Consciously or not, intentionally or not, today you and I will produce results. Tomorrow we’ll produce more. And despite our hopes, plans and dreams for the future, it’s a place neither of us will ever inhabit.
If things can only exist in the present (and they can), then the future doesn’t exist. Will never exist. For you or me. And no, this is not some CH brain-teaser, philosophical narrative or play on words; I’m speaking literally. On an experiential level, the future is nothing more than a mental construct. A byproduct of our imagination. It’s a story we tell ourselves about what might happen in next week’s version of the present.
And of course, when next Wednesday rolls around, it won’t be your future or mine. It will be our new version of today. Another instalment of the present. Our lives are a never-ending series of now moments and as such, nobody can never make a decision, take a chance or enjoy a moment in the future or the past.
With the obvious exception being Marty McFly.
We can all dream about (what we call) the future and stress about what did or didn’t happen last week but you and I can only ever exist (choose, act, react, live, love, laugh) in the now. Nonetheless, many of us will continue to waste enormous amounts of energy on the two places we’ll never live: the past and future.
You will never have today again.
You will have days like it but you will never have this day again.