Only the Devil tries to Predict the Future

He's a sick bastard.

“Your future” she whispered with a dark and twisted tongue. “It is not good. I’ve seen your terrible failures. You’ve tried this before. You will fail again.”

I stood there shellshocked and unable to move… until righteous anger slowly rose up inside of me.

“You don’t know my future.” I said firmly. “This moment has never existed before. I’ve never known so much. Your prediction means nothing.”

Every dreamer has their skeptics; those around them who are addicted to their doom and failure.

But only the “devil” tries to predict the future.

It’s his weapon.

The Future is a sick bastard. He acts in very sick, tricky, dastardly ways and it is to him who I write this letter.

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Dear Future,

You know nothing and I shall not listen to you.

Your sole goal is to keep me from this present moment. To rob us of time. To set our eyes upon the horizon, to a ship that is forever sailing away from us.

And actually you don’t care whether we imagine the future to be good or to be bad. It’s laughable.

Your single goal is only to transport us away from a powerful and active life.

You wish to render us passive and febrile, to emasculate us from our choices, to absolve us of all of our responsibilities.

Future, you manifest yourself as both darkness and light, whichever garment best suits us, you adorn it.

The Dark Future:

That’s why right now, one of your schemes is to predict a year of terror, of horror and of much suffering. To paralyze us, to keep us afraid, to push us into an abyss of helplessness.

You are a sick bastard.

A horrible prophet.

You promise a future so dark that we must acquiesce into your void and build nothing good with our hands today, we speak no kindness, we obsess on your vileness, we are paralyzed by your foreboding.

and the good clock ticks away…

The Light Future:

And yet to some you present yourself as an angel of light, a deity of hope and prosperity, a time on the horizon where there will be no darkness.

Only light.

All we have to do is hope. All we have to do is believe.

For you are an all consuming power who has everything at hand, you alone will rid the world of all corruption.

You alone author dreams and make kings and presidents.

And because everything is in your hands and because all darkness will be absolved forever. There is for me nothing to do now, except trust you. There is no urgency, no anxiety, no desperation, not anything. Your goal is to keep me passive.

and the good clock ticks away…

The Real Future Is Unknowable and It is Beautiful

Now I see it so clearly.

The future that calls to me is a fantasy to rob me of my sacred responsibility to live a big life in this present moment.

NOW.

I shall not fall for any of this in 2025. My job to be the master of my own life. I will take an active responsibility for building the kind of future that I want for my children.

This is a significant life and a beautiful, raw, powerful, opportunity for growth. One where I am active. One where I am fully alive. One where I experience pain. One where I work on my healing. And one where I create my own future.

I choose to embrace this present day. This moment has never existed before.

And it is mine.

It is enough.

The good clock is ticking and I intend to enjoy every second.

Geoff. x