“Someday” is an essential part of a long, healthy life that ends peacefully.
Always working, the mind must always have a dream. It’s not natural to live only in the “now”, but also in the “next” at every waking moment. Where to take the next step. Where to find the next meal. What comes next after the shadow passes overhead, or the footfalls rapidly approach?
Who says delusion and denial are anything but good for you?
Fantasy, imagination, fiction, dreams, books, the stage and screen, pretend and play.
Every amazing invention we know of (including this written language) began as an unseen image inside a mind.
How could we choose at what point we stop thinking of, imagining, dreaming our “somedays”?
After my last child is born? After they are grown? After I achieve “success”?
When I reach XX age? When I retire? When I check off the bucket list?
I myself have many irons in the fire as I cross the crest of 60 years of age.
I imagine for myself a billion someday things I want to do; finishing this novel and starting the next, publishing something. There are a dozen ideas for oil paintings, a hundred ideas for poems to be written, a thousand ideas for blog posts, a million opportunities to shoot that contest-winning photo.
There are grandchildren that need to be shown how to properly tie an improved cinch knot in monofilament line, how to Texas-rig a rubber worm, how to fillet a bass. How to tie off to a cleat, how not to trailer a boat. There are holes that need to be drilled through the ice to set tip-ups. Hot chocolate to be poured from the green thermos. Stands to occupy during dear season, streams to wade for trout in the spring.
There are a thousand miles of trails to be walked, billions and billions of autumn leaves to view in awe, wet dog kisses to be received.
There are philosophies to be shared, great books to be read, a whole planet to save…
Thirteen billion prayers to be said.
There are grown children that need to witness lifelong commitment, unwavering loyalty, unconditional love, unbreakable will.
I must always be filling my heart to overflowing, and seeking out vessels to fill with the excess.
The last thing I want is for a single day to be boring and unfulfilled.
I’m glad to know my list of someday things will not run out before I do.
Inspired by a reply to “Someday Is A Disease” on TheEnlightenedMind622 – http://www.theenlightenedmind622.wordpress.com