Learning a new language starts with some basic words and varieties in the present tense. You catch the bug. Afterwards things get complicated, you have to go through the past and future tenses, exceptions and declinations pile up.
And being a child? You didn’t sit around wondering what happened, nor did you do projections for the future. You were perfectly happy with what is now – this new toy is really cool. The older we get, the more we concentrate our lives on the past and on what will be, complicating the perfectly decent here and now.
At this very moment I’m sitting in front of the computer, drinking mint tea, to my left my cat is grooming itself, or actually falling asleep, in the background music is playing and behind the window heathers are squirming in the wind. And my thoughts are fixed on what I want to write. An interesting state of acceptance of what is. Very comfortable and very relaxing. I came to the point where I can not bring myself to think about what was, and the future is so far away that it’s a lost effort to go there. It is as if a giant, invisible magnet was keeping me in vertical position, not allowing to tilt to either side.
I’m sick of abstraction. The real fun is looking at the heathers and always sleeping cat. It immediately brings a smile to my face. In fact, I don’t know where this sense of anchor in the present comes from. All I know is that if someone asks me now about my future plans, I answer: I don’t know. And I’m ok with it.
Nice song: Pearl Jam, Present Tense
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