Keep forgetting I’m playing in someone else’s house
So I went to see about the future, dripped and drunk on a daily basis.
One day you wake up and it doesn’t even feel like the future, it just feels like today. And you have enough troubles today to deal with without thinking about what’s happening tomorrow, next to you, above you, below you, and most often times before you.
It adds up, near years eve isn’t about celebration or capstoning. It’s a tap of a chess clock, it’s a ding of a timer, it’s the blink of an oven light. It’s both valuable, and valueless because not a single person on this world truly knows the value of something, of anything.
You have 18 years before these rugrats surrounded by multitouch devices enter the work force. 18 years before a human craps on Mars, before we clamor for immigrants because deep down we all know no one likes babies. 18 years before there will be more robots than people. These are just upper limits.
The future, and really just life, is a but a series of other people’s plans. Day in, day out. Most make them, some stick with them, only a few have effect. But if you’re not reaching for that 1% why the fuck are you here?
If you see it, if you get it, if you believe it then be clear, be real, be great. Are you there yet? Welcome to another year.
