CeceBene |
A good novel, a comfy chair, and a quilt over my legs. English Breakfast tea. Baking when it's raining. These are a few of my favorite things. Owing my inspiration to Jane Austen, Audrey Niffeneggar, Ludwig van Beethoven, and my Lord above. |
The future is such an unstable thing. People wonder how they will find a job. Feed a family. Make a decent living. Accomplish all their dreams. Die when the time comes. They look forward to graduation and marriage and buying a house. They look forward, not backward. No one really looks backward.
But when we need stability, all we have to do is turn backward for an hour or even just a few minutes. The past itself: something stable in life. People have died in the past, change has wreaked havoc on others’ lives. But the past does not ever change. It remains locked in time, a ticking clock held in one position for infinity. Old family videos never change. What is held on the film stays the same; it goes nowhere. Recorded music may fade in popularity, yet it stays stable. It stays the same. The same screaming voice of Robert Plant at the beginning of “Black Dog” will always be that same screaming voice. The intense guitar of David Gilmore played in “Sheep” will consistently be played the same way. Nothing can change that except wiping out the past.
History may teach us how to learn from our mistakes, but it also preserves that past. If we wipe out that past, what do we have left? The future, and therefore, only instability.
