Tomorrow

I think I worry incessantly about the future. “Where will I love?” and “Will I have enough money?” are my two biggest fears. “What if?” seems to be my underlying concern. It wasn’t always this way. When I was younger the future seemed too far away for me to bother with it. When I was making my way over the London, all I could see was my immediate horizon. So why has it changed now? Why am I (over)worried about my life?

I watched a reality program on homeless people a few weeks ago. 5 really rich people signed up to the task of experiencing life as a homeless person. Sent out into the cold London streets with no money, mobile phone or food and only a sleeping bag, suitable attire and instructions, they had beg and work to make enough money for everything they wanted. Things we take as necessary basics such as food.

When I was in Lille, these two girls were sitting outside a church on a market Sunday asking for mercy. I heard them say “merci,” which I thought was quite interesting because it meant gratitude from the heart for something given from the heart. Be thankful, I tell myself. Be thankful.