Time moves on, whether we are ready or not.
As memories quietly compress into the past and the future remains uncertain, all that truly exists is the present — fleeting, fragile, and strangely powerful.
It is already February.
Time moves quickly again this year.
The fact that my younger brother passed away in December feels like something from the distant past.
The same is true of my trip to New York over the year-end holidays.
January was full of events, but in the end, all of them have been compressed into the past, leaving only the present.
Yes, the past exists as the past, the present exists as the present, and ahead of us lies only the future.
The point where they meet is the present — and in the very next moment, that present becomes part of the past.
Today, I went to cast my early vote.
My future is sealed inside the ballot box, yet that future will not be revealed until a week from now.
Situations like this occur from time to time in the world.
Even when we make plans for the future, those plans remain, by definition, undecided.
When I stop and think about it, it is a rather curious thing.
Perhaps only humans reflect on such matters.
Other animals likely spend little time thinking about the future — or do they?
If only I could ask them.
In any case, enough pondering.
Tomorrow, it is time to return to work and do my best once again.
