Thinking today about potential — the potential all things start out with, when the future is all hopes and intentions, a glorious blank to be filled, something to be speculated over (and really, truly, it could be anything) — and about how, gradually, time marches on until you look back and there is more behind you than in front. Thinking, too, about how to live in such a way that the result of all that potential, the daily, moment-to-moment reality of life, is where I find my satisfaction, not the speculative wish-dreams.
Because, if I am honest, it’s sad to see those wish-dreams go. It’s hard to move from a time of open-ended potential into a time where all the blanks have been filled in. I have a tendency to miss the early days of everything (college, dating, wedding planning, the newlywed years, early pregnancy) and feel bittersweet to see those plans finally carved into stone and made real, even if that is the proper culmination of all my dreaming.
Still, as CS Lewis said, “there are far, far better things ahead than any we leave behind.” And that is a comfort I cling to.