The future doesn’t exist. It never has and it never will. We can talk about it as much as we want. But, the hand that reaches will never actually grasp. The future is an ever reaching hand that can never comprehend what it’s reaching for. I wonder if readying for a punch that exists in an ungraspable ether is logical. Specifically from the stand point of the desire to achieve. Creating something dear to me and wanting it to be correct, I worry that my creation will be wrong when the moment comes to call it “finished”. But, is saying something is “finished” just a ruse from the ether of the ungraspable? To think something is “finished” is to think that because the river is dry, all water ceases to exist. When a creation is formed, it doesn’t stop there. It passes through those that consume, evaporates out of their words, falls back down through the connected conscious, and branches outwards. And this creation that travels on isn’t just the intentional creation. Everything you do, whether you title it or not, will permeate existence. So why worry if it’s perfect? Perfection doesn’t exist. It never has. And with that lack of perfection, our rivers and mountains have become realized. The only time you will ever be able to grasp is now. And the way you grasp will be exactly the way you’re supposed to. Just be. The only thing that is truly concrete in this existence, is that worrying is futile. Just be.