I try not to think too much about the past these days. When I do, it is often full of shouldas, wouldas, and couldas. As in, “I shoulda said,” “I coulda done,” or “if only I woulda.” And what’s the point of that? The past is the past and you cannot change the past.
As to the future, my wife and I were talking yesterday about our three-year-old dog and thinking about her future if we don’t outlive her. She is is a mixed breed, but predominantly an American Staffordshire Terrier. The lifespan of her breed is 12 – 16 years. Thus, she’s got from nine to 13 years left.
And speaking about life expectancy, the current average life expectancy of an American male is 73.2 years. I’m already past that, so I’m living on borrowed time. For American women, it’s 79.1. My wife is still well below that, but if our dog lives for another eight to ten years, there is a good chance that she will outlive one or both of us.
Thinking about what will happen to her is the extent to which I think about the future. Because what’s the point of worrying about anything else? With what’s happening politically and ecologically, it’s just too depressing to think about the future. So, when it comes to the future, I’ve embraced Alfred E. Neuman’s mantra, “What, Me Worry?
So if I don’t think much about the past or the future, what do I think about? I think about the present and I take it one day at a time.