NOW
But never mind all that what's-going-to-happen-in-the-future rot, what about NOW?
Right now I'm sitting in a relaxed fashion at my desk. I've just taken the dogs for a walk through a lovely autumnal park. I don't have to go to work. I have a literary agent. I have a home, a gorgeous boyfriend, a lovely son. And biscuits. I have biscuits.
I have a new plan. It won't be easy, because there is so much of me embedded in the future that if I try to pull myself back, bits of me might snap off. I'm not as elastic as I used to be, and my Tunnel to the Future is all jammed up with rotting former plans, which are wedging me in. But still, I'm going to try and pull myself back to the here and now, or maybe the bits of me that aren't so tightly stuck. An arm, maybe, and a leg.
Sod the future. The present's whereit's my arm and leg are at.
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Right now I'm sitting in a relaxed fashion at my desk. I've just taken the dogs for a walk through a lovely autumnal park. I don't have to go to work. I have a literary agent. I have a home, a gorgeous boyfriend, a lovely son. And biscuits. I have biscuits.
I have a new plan. It won't be easy, because there is so much of me embedded in the future that if I try to pull myself back, bits of me might snap off. I'm not as elastic as I used to be, and my Tunnel to the Future is all jammed up with rotting former plans, which are wedging me in. But still, I'm going to try and pull myself back to the here and now, or maybe the bits of me that aren't so tightly stuck. An arm, maybe, and a leg.
Sod the future. The present's where
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Labels: Philosophisering
2 Comments:
Yes.... living for the present can be hard sometimes!
Innit!
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