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  • When will it be here?

    Never, comes the silent reply.

    If I sit down and manage to clear my mind of the plans for the future, stop running for the hot dog dangling on a string always out of my reach, It will come that much closer. If I force myself to contain myself in the present, I can feel those empty moments run through me like a ghost river. Is that the future? I choose to not let my thoughts dive to deep. It's much less tiring to think of the future as the party on Sunday, or 2060, where cars might be hovercrafts and we can teleport.

    The future is scary, If you think far ahead into decades to come. At least, I wouldn't want to know what would become of some things. Will it all be about money? Would you have to go to a special reserve to see a tree? It's not healthy to live like that. It leaves no room for the present, to think beyond the borders of your life.

    But what about the future that is to come in a moment, but never actually gets there? Anything could happen at any moment, and when it comes, well, It's no longer a could happen, it's happened. There is only a very short time when it is happening; In other words, future morphs into the present. Obviously. And the past? Didn't I just twitch my finger a second ago? Oh, well, the gesture is in the book of history now, moving farther and farther away as more present and past builds up on it.

    Maybe if I do absolutely nothing and so create no present, I can feel the future, as the clock ticks on, and empty moment after moment comes and goes, a never ending flow of being. Just as the cicadas latched onto the orange trees outside chirp their never ending tune, the same flow but not the same, as for the occasional change in pitch.

    I rack my brains trying to grasp the feeling. But, as I said, I prefer to keep mellow thoughts. It's best to live life, the present, not rush ahead or try to fall back. And you soak up every moment, whatever is hurtled at you. What is that kindergarten phrase? You get what you get and you don't get upset.

    Thought of in Turkey
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