Facing the future, a staring contest. Who will look away first? It won’t be the future. Keep up with it or face the langoliers. Because they really are coming, devouring those who are stuck dwelling on the dual between the here/now and the there/then. It’s a fine line between releasing one’s self from the confines of the past and letting one’s self go free into the future. We are all here/now, but facing which direction? This indulgence with comfort, this obsession with security is a very stationary activity. Is this comfort? Is this secure? Or is that a bit of a restless feeling you’ve got? There’s the saying, if you truly love something let it go… Why don’t we let ourselves go and see if we come back.
