We hominids make plans for the future and try bossing it around as though it’s a dumb, compliant head of livestock, yet it’s anything but. Contrarily, the future is our unquestioned master—a tyrant masking a mercurial temper who brandishes a whip over our heads at all times—and we’re subject to her every whim and vicissitude regardless of how arbitrary and unfair those impulses may appear to be on the surface. Accordingly, let’s not mince words here and I’ll be brutally clear about one thing and one thing only: The future is NOT our personal playground to assiduously make plans for and lord over like it’s a piece of malleable chattel…..like it’s some type of subservient domain put here for human hedonistic pleasure. Rather, we’re invited guests only and we should therefore accord it—“it” in this case being that uncharted wilderness of time stretching out in front of us for as far as the eye can see and for as far as the mind can conjure—the same degree of respect at all times and definitely NOT take it for granted!
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