Daily Writing Prompt: What are you most worried about for the future?
What am I most worried about for the future? Well, if I’m being completely honest, quite a few things. The state of the world, the people in it, the way truth seems to be something you have to dig for these days. Wars, greed, control, the way we’re slowly being disconnected from nature, from our instincts, from each other. And don’t get me started on how we’re taught to measure our worth by things that don’t actually mean a damn thing when your head hits the pillow at night.
But here’s the thing, I catch myself in those spirals, and I’ve started to ask… who benefits from me worrying? Because it’s exhausting. It’s distracting. It keeps us small. And when you look around, you realize most of us have been programmed to live in a state of mild fear and future dread. Worry about your finances. Worry about your health. Worry about your kids. Worry about the environment, the economy, the opinion of strangers on the internet. Worry, worry, worry. It’s like a low-grade hum in the background of our lives.
And yet, none of it changes a single thing.
The future’s going to happen whether I wring my hands over it or not. And half the things I worried about a year ago either didn’t happen, or happened in a way I never saw coming. So why waste the precious energy I’ve got left in this lifetime on things that may never come to pass?
Now, don’t get me wrong, it’s bloody hard to switch it off. That programming runs deep. But I’m learning to pull myself back into the present moment. Because this is the only bit of time that belongs to me. Right now. The way the light’s hitting the window. The feel of the cup in my hands. The sound of a bird outside. The ache in my back that reminds me I’m still here, still breathing, still kicking.
I think the secret’s in realizing how much of life is a distraction. Designed to keep you in a state of reaction instead of creation. And I don’t want to live like that anymore. I want to be fully in my own skin. To feel it all, the grief, the joy, the mess, and to let the future take care of itself.
So what am I worried about? Loads. But I’ll be damned if I’m going to let it steal the only thing I’ve actually got, this moment, right here, with you reading this.
And honestly? That feels like a tiny rebellion in itself.
UNDER THE WILL... OVER THE DRAMA... 
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