Wednesday, June 1, 2011

Someday. Bloody, Someday.

I’ve had something on my mind for the last few days and I feel like I need to type it out.

So here I go on the subject of “Someday”…

“Someday” can be a truly problematic thing. On one hand, “someday” is one of the things that make life worth living; it is the place where our hopes and our dreams grow and live and thrive. It can help see us through the hard days and be a light shining in the darkness of doubt and disappointment. But on the other hand, when “someday” becomes more important than today, and all our focus is on what can happen and what we wish will happen, often we rob ourselves of experiencing the here and now. And ok, fine, I’m perfectly willing to admit that the here and now is not always something we really want to be experiencing. Sometimes the present doesn’t really seem so much like a gift, but if we aren’t willing to examine every today how can we make tomorrow any better? The hard truth is that unless we make it happen “someday” will never arrive. We’ll spend our lives stuck in an endless stream of today’s that we keep trying to look pass and not experience.

To not look forward to things is to live without hope, and without hope it isn’t really living. But the present is vital as well. So what do we do?

To be perfectly honest, the whole thing is making my brain hurt. Everything is so abstract and how do you wrap your head around balancing hope with practicality and dreaming about things as opposed to accepting the reality in front of you?

I guess it’s all about finding balance. It’s about looking forward while still looking around and trying to make right now the best it can be. And above all we have to do the work now to make someday possible. Not all the things we want can happen right now or even in the immediate future, but there is always something we can be doing right now to help make those things possible.

I’m starting to feel a little motivational speaker-ish right now—like I should be living in a van down by the river and hiking my pants up a lot. I’m aware that this isn’t the most coherent post know to man and “typing it out” may have just irritated me more, but at least you guys are all confused and irritated with me.

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