The Future
By Ken Muir
Always, when I was a younger man, “the future” was an amorphous notion for me, something I had, but could not get a firm grip on.
It was assumed to be large, commodious, full of promise...but who really knew how large?
It was a question mark, but it held comfort, nonetheless.
Today, “the future” is waking up and looking across into my wife’s eyes…….one more day together.
It is walking into the kitchen and starting a pot of coffee.
It is running over in my mind the (now rather short...) list of things we have planned for this day.
It is putting in place the list of activities we will engage in, knowing that I am able accomplish them and that they will round out another day.
It is near term —very near term—plans to see loved ones.
Each day is now a small bet on something more to come.
Each awakening is a hopeful down payment toward a tightly circumscribed future.
I’m game.
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