I don’t know if you’ve been following the news, but things have been bloody hectic here in the United Kingdom in the past few weeks. It’s all quite confusing; day-to-day life goes on largely as usual for most of us, while we’re exposed to a state of breakneck change all around. The micro-future seems as predictable as ever, while the macro-future remains wholly uncertain and unknowable.
I feel like a rug has been pulled out from under me. The immediate impact is that I find myself unable to write. I don’t have the focus, the concentration, or the patience to tie connections together. I need to rediscover the craft.
Here are two things I recently read about the future, written some 1,850 years apart. I’m not sure how to connect them beyond that they point towards some equanimity.
The future doesn’t stop coming just because you stop planning for it.
Never let the future disturb you. You will meet it, if you have to, with the same weapons of reason which today arm you against the present.
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