Open newspaper, you will find astrologers running the show in the middle page where they will ask you to visit their “chamber” where they will tell you how to deal with your impending danger by predicting your future with “clinical precision”. They promise of Money Back Guarantee in case their talismans fail to ward off the forecasted danger.
Open television channel, you will come across folks, either in smart shirt-trousers or ochre-coloured robes with chains of rudraksh around neck, who are just a phone-call away to tell you a spell of misfortune that waits in the darker depths of future because of your unfavourable planetary position. The remedy lies, again, in visiting any of their listed “chambers” where they will find a way out to get you out of the harm’s way.
After hearing them, you find out that the present that looks so rosy is only illusory. The reality lies in the future which forebodes ill for you.
You are caught in a fix. The present, in spite of its hunky-dory, is a well-disguised bed of roses. Future gets you in a bind, of perpetual anxiety, of reciprocal perplexity.
Now you start living in future, sacrificing present!
What an irony you invite for you to live with.
Even if it is accepted that your future can be foretold (then which astrologer has predicted the strike of Covid-19 across the globe and what is their prescription of remedy from their “chamber” are different matters altogether for the doubting minds to ponder on in their leisure time!), why should you worry about it?
When you go to see a suspense film, you go there to enjoy every moment of it by living entire film frame by frame. If, in advance, you know who is the villain and what mischief he will be up to, the enjoyment will be gone out of the bay- window of the multi-plex where the film is shown.
So live by the thrill of life, enjoy every second of its glorious uncertainty.
Don’t drag your life to the trill of “predicted” future and be a big bore to yourself.
Live off today. Leave off living tomorrow.