We compartmentalize time into past, present, and future, where the events of our life (even the uneventful) flow into one of these three buckets; the conventional view of time. Perhaps this is why we spend so much time mourning the past and awaiting the future, while life happens (present). I like my symmetry, and with every moment having a turn at the present there was a shot that the past might not be so bad and if it was, then the future gave another chance for a present moment. This gave me hope, which became freewill’s scapegoat.
We move on, don’t we. Hands you used to see daily, interlock with someone else. Moments shared become benchmarks of time remembered solo. Images in photos are mannequins in disguise. Memories of childhood are more vivid than they were in real time. Technicolor versus black and white, images are recalled best in both for very different reasons.
I got confused for so long because of death. There was a past, present, but no future for the deceased. It wasn’t until I realized that after someone dies, the deceased, they remain only for the loved ones left behind. Their future is merely in us. We carry it on with us until our death, then someone else carries us along. Past and present…what if we’re not afforded a future? Two’s. Symmetry.