Monday, July 13, 2026
WHat now?
At some time in our present, each of us will stand on the brink of the future and wonder: “What now?”
It’s not surprising we cannot answer the question. Sure, we can ponder, wonder, imagine, endeavour to predict, but most will realise the futility of such a preponderant misdirection of our thoughts. The future does not yet exist. Our imagination might want to take us there but it can only guess. Our consideration might determine some probability or possibility but the coin may fall either way. Only the past and present have any surety.
We are here in this moment as a result of what has happened before. We are as a result of all the decisions we have taken. We exist in the very best outcome of all the decisions we have made. We cannot change what is just as we cannot wind back the clock. We might consider where we are and consider it is not where we want to be but that cannot be changed. Nor can we expect to change our lives as if we are in control of a destiny; as if we steer the ship and divert its path.
All we can do is consider possibilities. And follow the course of action step by step with a willingness to assess the present in the light of our actions. If we are not where we want to be we have only two alternatives; we accept where we are or we deny our responsibility.
If we have accepted we can re-assess and alter our actions or we can allow those forces set in place to continue to see where they take us. Either way, there will always be an outcome which satisfies the actions taken.
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