Stuck as I am this morning between Halloween and the Day of the Dead, one’s thoughts easily wander toward the end of time.
Through all of one’s adult life, it’s known that it will end one day, but it’s a vague perception. That finale is up thataway. You really don’t dwell on it much. It’s an intellectual concept, not raw meat that bleeds.
The future is always there, plenty of distance to live your dreams.
And then it changes. Not overnight. It’s a gradual switch that you slide into. The future begins to fade, and life becomes more immediate, more about today.
On one level, it’s a good thing. The Buddhists say to live in the moment, and you begin to do that without effort. But you know the thump in the night will come.
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(Tip of the sombrero to Ray Clifton for bringing this to mind.)