A date with Future

Heather asked me if I was good with the appointment six months from today in April.

I paused for a second and said, “Can I see the future? No, I can’t. But the date sounds good to me.”

We both laughed. She smiled and said, “It’s good to see you, Ramesh.”

I left my dentist’s office struck by an epiphany: isn’t every moment a date with Future?

Oh yes.

Future is beautiful.
She is an enigma.
She is unpredictable.
She is irresistible.

She beats me up.
She embraces me.
She scares me.
She excites me.
She teases me.

I dream about her each night.
I fear she may not show up one day.
I cannot get enough of her.
She is my eternal love.
I cannot live without her.

I meet her every day.
I go to bed thinking of her.
I wake up thinking of her.
I chase her across the world.

What does she want of me?
Why does she keep returning?
Why is she kind?
Why does she keep testing me?
What will she do without me when she leaves one day?

She is magnetic.
She is electric.
I am madly in love with her.
Will I ever understand her?
Will I ever love her fully and wholly?

I love my affair with Future—
an affair that begins in the cradle
and ends in the grave.

I just want to be with Future,
holding hands, walking together.
Without a care, knowing she’s all mine
as long as she is with me.

She gives her all to me,
and I need to do that for her too.
Aware, gentle, kind, thankful.
Fearless, content, calm, and whole.

She tells me her name is Future.
In a flash, she says “I’m Now”.
then back again to Future —
like a maiden torn over what to wear on a date.
She deepens my love for her, Now or Future.

I will not cling to her shadow, called Past,
living in my head and my head only.
Because I’m going steady with Future, Now.
I’ll no longer chase her—just go with her,
wherever she leads me.

Every living moment is indeed a date with Future.
And I will keep showing up.
Wearing my best version in every way.
Guided gently, hand in hand, by Now,
grateful for the chance to meet Future once more.