The world would be better for our being here if we started every day with the tension of being missed tomorrow.*
(Bernadette Jiwa)

But what about the rest?  What about the ones […] who can’t even put words to their dreams?**
(Hugh Macleod)

Some people are running away from their past, others are running from their future.

Running from the past may look like we’re running towards the future, but it can be just running.

Running from the future may look like we’re valuing the present, but it can simply be an avoidance of change.

I believe a person’s future can be so many things that it’s not possible to open it all.

Something will be missed because of tiredness or distraction, something will be held back on … just in case something else is going to appear.  We’re not omniscient or omnipresent or omnipotent.  Accepting our limitations will make it possible to open something of our future and this will be more than enough, and I am sure, life will grow bigger.

Another term for what is at play here is indifference.  Not worrying and even ignoring some of the possibilities for the ones that matter most to us.  We need to listen to our bodies, to our lives, hear what they are saying to us.  It’s not just a head-logical-linear thing; it’s whole messy body thing:

‘The philosopher proves that the philosopher exists.  The poet merely enjoys existence.’^

We love certainty, but somewhere between our certainties, we need to get lost.  Here’s a blessing for doing just this from John O’Donohue:

‘May the Angel of Awakening stir your heart
To come alive to the eternal within you,
To all the invitations that quietly surround you.

[…]

May the Angel of Wildness disturb the places
Where your life is domesticated and safe,
Take you to the territories of true otherness

Where all that is awkward in you
Can fall into its own rhythm.’^^

Here is the you we will miss.

(*From The Story of Telling blog: Missed.)
(**From gapingvoid’s blog: Deciding who needs a hand.)
(^From Wallace Stevens’ The Necessary Angel.)
(^^From John O’Donohue’s To Bless the Space between Us: A Blessing of Angels.)