60 seconds till dawn.

It is sixty seconds till dawn. Only one minute until the sun splinters across the skyline sending shards of gold into my eyes. It is not very often that I'm up at this time in the morning but whenever I am it's when I feel at my most hopeful. There is just something in the air that is almost tangible, a feeling of endless possibility and of countless prospects that almost condense in droplets on the window pane, the light mist of future refracting the sun's morning rays. But this feeling of possibility is somewhat confusing as there is so much that could be done, but the question is where do I even start?

Thinking about ones future path or position in life is often very daunting if not completely unfathomable but it is something I need to try to do, especially at the stage I am in my life where it is important in order to find some focus. We can't just sit and expect the future to completely fog up the window and write us notes of encouraging direction, like how I write messages on the mirror for my flat-mate after a hot steamy bath. It's just not that simple. The future won't make us, but it is we who must make our own future.

It must be just swell to have fur, walk on hind legs and dance with the dogs. To be an animal, inhuman and to only think in the moment. To be able to appreciate that single moment and not to think about everything in relation to what has happened or could happen and compare it with these things. To be able to fully grasp that moment with both hands, appreciate it and then let it go again. Of course memory has its advantages in being able to treasure those cherished moments of pure unfaltered happiness but that's only when you are capable of controlling the trans-historical relations between them. To be able to live unhinged by fear of the future must be utter bliss. But we are not animals, we are lateral thinking human beings and so must find a way of acting accordingly, of embracing the future, negating our worries and living for not just the present moment, but the moment passed, and the moment when that sun bursts over the ordered rooftops and emmerses me in complete momentary imminence. The horizon awaits.