The only thing certain in our future is death. Not to stem from a depressing standpoint, but from an inevitable one. When we gaze out into our possible future, there it sits, waiting. A large black wall where our lifeline ceases.
We never have any choice but to accept this future because it is the price of being. But that does not keep us from stopping from time to time to recognize our immediate future is completely unknown- in the cosmic, infinite sense that is. It’s that static Wednesday afternoon when you stop for some unknown reason, perhaps a commercial or an old song pulls our minds to a contemplative place, and we recognize our fate.
Our true future is set. There is no alternate route and no other outcome. There are choices to be made as to which way to walk to the cliff, but every direction leads to the edge.
Put everything in perspective and it could lead to hedonism, perhaps religion, or maybe even adoption.
Does this not give us more of a right to do our absolute best to make it to the top? To do what it takes for us to promise ourselves the best while we’re alive.
We can work hard. We can have a good time. Have kids. Pets. Hobbies. Fetishes. We can step on people, stab them in the back, lie, cheat, steal, extort. Maybe carry groceries for an old lady, become a public servant, keep animals safe. All trying to secure a happy place in our life and what it could eventually manifest itself into before our real future steps in.
This thought motivates me, quite the opposite from what I thought my reaction would have been. There’s a tiny part of me that begs to take that approach of, “well I guess everything is futile and ultimately without meaning.”
But this is silenced quite quickly.
How would that really serve any purpose? We are sure of one thing and that is we are here, cognizant and coherent. Past this we begin to make assumptions about what’s in store and, well, then we’re speculating the unknown and that’s a waste of time. Choosing to waste the present and immediate future because of an eventual absolute zero survival -rate would be the greatest tragedy in our insignificant lives.
Pick a life that will serve your purposes presently. Bet on a tomorrow that will continue and hope you come up cherries.
To some their future is focused on money. To others it is the search for contentment. To more, it is simply survival. Still, for some, their future is a seemingly accepted, preplanned, plotted course to our inevitable death. One’s life could be the pursuit of some actualization of a concept or perhaps one’s self. A conquest, a journey or a complete failure.
Some paths are picked, others chosen for us by individuals ranking higher in a personal hierarchy. Regardless of how we ramble down our roads, the choice is ours as to the speed at which we go, our eventual off-ramps and the passengers we take with us.
Live the best life you can and be proud of the past because it’s all we really own.
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