Tsimmes

The future is always on my mind. But it transforms its facade into a fleeting present moment when it arrives. In my cusp, I hold on to what used to be a dream, hope, or uncertainty until it evaporates and gives birth to “now.” The idea of future events, moments, stories, actions, etc., is only a silhouette that thrives within my restless concepts. Everything I may conjure up about the future, from the contour to the color, the aroma, how it would feel to my touch, and the chilliness of suspense, is a shape-shifting dancing smoke in my mind. Yet, I am sure I know the details of my future, not from the accidental predictability of events but beyond any doubt. I don’t; instead, I relentlessly alter it simply by looking, with closed eyes, at what might come true but has yet to be born. In physics, the nature of light oscillates between waves or particles because of our involvement! We change its character by sheer mulling—the more we fine-tune our attempts, the more light varies according to our participation. So, what are we left with if we let go of the unease about the future and the past remains docked, withering every moment in our memories?