We don’t know what lies ahead. Perhaps that’s for the best. Whatever happens will be vagrant, will come as epiphany. Or an earthquake. In our own universe.
We shake. We tremble. We look around for the familiar signposts, those intimate markers of our accustomed routines. And we remember that they are dislocated, ever so slightly. Nothing remarkable to those on the outside. Presaging metamorphosis – decline – to soul-mates and confidantes. Preceding anxiety, night watches, furtive monitoring. Thinking the worst, planning for the best. It’s not how it should be.
No. We should be taking our time, not jumping to conclusions. We should not be planning to restrict but rather to push the boundaries, to confound the forecasts. To think positively. To act normally. To play to the abilities rather than the limitations.
For this is the start of a long path. A long journey is ahead and only the first, very tiny step has been taken. A blindfold has been removed – a eureka moment has occurred. I’ve been given a by-ball until now. I’m wracked with guilt about what I should have been doing, what I ought to do, what I need to do, what I can do. Whatever way the earth settles, the die has been cast. And things change from here.