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The Future Is a Thing of the Past
Hope, doubt, and humanity
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Today marks my 28th revolution around the sun on this tiny blue dot we call home. In some regards, I feel older this time around.
But in other regards, I feel incredibly young to be a part of this ancient world. A new season gives way to a daffodilian display of colors and I’m excited about this spinning world that I’m a part of.
There’s a truism I often heard growing up that’s grown weightier as the years have flown by.
“You’re the oldest you’ve ever been and the youngest you’ll ever be.”
This is one reality to consider when we look at the span of our own lifetimes. But it’s another when we consider that we exist alongside an entire species of others who are living that very same oddity. We each revel and wallow in the latest day that’s ever occurred, and the earliest one that will ever occur again.
It’s humbling to remember that it’s every person who navigates the world in this way — from one fleeting moment to the next. The ticking clock is nothing new.
But there’s something different in the way we move through time. The planet spins…
