Time is confusing me lately. I try to be “in the moment” but the rules are murky on the exact length of a moment. Did one just pass this second? And damn, another one? Can a moment prolong or linger for years if the essence of the moment doesn’t change as in–
“There was a moment in time during the 2000’s where I worked in my underwear for 6 years?” I don’t get it.
I do know that we are becoming rather cavalier with our perception of time. Everybody says “going forward” and it is causing me great anxiety. I hear this essentially as an absolution of the past, as in, “You are right, I have been stealing cookies from the cookie jar, but going forward I resolve to do better.” There is a subtle implication in the phrase that implies the past means nothing.
I remember the first time I heard the phrase uttered. To avoid soiling my fingers this morning I refuse to type it, but it was in reference to waging wars of no relevance and what one might do going forward regardless of decisions which brought us to this point, this moment. The past is done son, so get over it.
It has gone much further now, and everything is going forward at such a rate we will all arrive well ahead of ourselves if we are not careful, standing somewhere with no idea of how we got there, or what we are supposed to do now.
I much prefer the dependably poetic, “from here on out” which signifies a vast and unknowable horizon as well as an awareness that in this moment, right now, one is making a change.
Anyway, thanks for listening. I need to get that off my chest this morning. In a moment I am on my way to beautiful Lake Guntersville, Alabama. This is one of the more mythical stops on my southerly route, as much for the fine people I know there as for the bucolic fjords and the sparkling water.
back in a moment,