I’ve reached that stage in my life when I no longer look forward to the future. Nor do I give much thought to it. This is in stark contrast to when I was younger and always setting goals, making plans, and worrying about how things would work out. Now the future is something to dread more than to anticipate. So I just try to leave it alone and live in the present. When the hint of a thought about “what will I do if…?” crosses my consciousness, I quickly dismiss it. For I have made the decision that worrying about what might happen is a total waste of time. When my personal faculties (physical, mental, and social) break down, I will deal with it then. Meanwhile, I choose to live in the eternal now, appreciating fully each glorious moment, day, relationship, and the mental and physical strength that I still possess.
