Today I was in one of the spaces I spend most of my time in. Where that is doesn’t quite matter, but I all of a sudden had a thought. I thought about how people would look back at the end of the 2010s. I thought about how my future kids, if the state of our environment allows me to have any, might ask me what the “good old” days were like.
In this moment, I realized that I was in what I would refer to the good old days in maybe twenty years. I looked at the smiling people around me, many strangers but all a part of my community. People laughing with each other, sharing stories, enjoying themselves, and thinking nothing of the moment they were living in other than the fact that it was the present, and that it was beautiful.
This was an out of body experience for me. I can’t quite describe the feeling that I felt. Perhaps it was a serene type of content and satisfaction, or rather the feeling that I was understanding something about time and happiness and life that no one else in the room was. And that was fine. They were living in the bliss of ignorance, and I was happy to let them stay that way.
A Fleetwood Mac song was playing on the speakers in the room. I looked around once more, and smiled. A soft, quiet smile. I returned to the present, and nearly forgot the moment ever happened.
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