As age creeps up on you, so can the trepidations about what the future might lay in store.
You probably should’ve had such worries a long time ago, but when you’re young and carefree, the future seems like too faraway a place to pay that much attention to.
Well, that was then and now is now.
“The future” has arrived and continues to arrive at ever increasing velocity.
The years seem to whizz by faster than Formula 1 cars at an Indy 500 race.
And when your present doesn’t quite comport with the illusion of your dreams, then those fears about the future become all the more foreboding.
Will it always be this way…
or worse?
Alone-ness can really intensify those feelings.
However, if you are even a remotely spiritual person (regardless of “religion”) and you look around with an open mind and see ample evidence of intelligent design and universal connection, then the idea of alone-ness doesn’t really make much sense…
now does it?
If nothing else, my 13 years in Costa Rica, especially the last 5 of them, have put me in closer connection with that force.
So, no, I don’t fear the future, since I’m not alone to face it.
The future is just a necessary component to getting real.
Sometimes it takes years to figure that one out…the joy of growing older…wiser.
I will leave this post with a blurb from The Velveteen Rabbit by Margery Williams.
In this children’s story, two nursery toys, the Skin Horse and the Rabbit, discuss the issue of becoming real…
“Does it hurt?” asked the Rabbit.
“Sometimes,” said the Skin Horse, for he was always truthful.
“When you are real, you don’t mind being hurt.”
“Does it happen all at once, like being wound up,” Rabbit asked, “or bit by bit?”
“It doesn’t happen all at once,” said the Skin Horse. “You become.
It takes a long time.
That’s why it doesn’t happen to people who break easily, or have sharp edges, or who have to be carefully kept.
Generally, by the time you are real, most of your hair has been loved off, and your eyes drop out and you get loose in the joints and very shabby.
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