What is your future? I’m talking to you. The individual. The human. Think about your future, not the future in general. What do you see? Do you feel the oncoming existential crisis?
Fear not. Take a minute.
You’re probably wrong about your future anyways. Pygmalion or golem, the light of your future is infinite. We nest our dreams and fears into a vision that time steamrolls with poignant indifference. According to many, predicting the future is futile.
Yet we claim our futures from the hands of time, seizing a subset of its infinity. We fill the immaterial future with our desires and despairs and carve our image into the present, defying time’s undisputable progression. Humanity does not strive or thrive; it simply survives in a tenuous vision. Perhaps, then, continued existence is future resistance.
Take the image of our futures as a reflection of humanity. Find solace not in the futility of prediction but in the aspirations that carve the future into the present. Seek the resiliency of continued existence and manifest from it the inspiration for your future.