None of us know.
We don’t know what tomorrow will bring.
We don’t know what the world will look like a hundred years from now. And none of us can imagine what Earth, humanity or life itself might look like a thousand years from today.
That is both fascinating and heartbreaking.
I recently watched a documentary about a family who chose to have their daughter cryopreserved after her death, holding on to the possibility that one day, science might allow her to return to the world.
Her father said that even if it took a thousand years, he would have no regrets.
And then he said something that stayed with me:
Who knows… perhaps there will even be a time machine by then.
I loved his determination. Not because he knew it would work.
He didn’t. He simply refused to close the door.
Perhaps that is what hope sometimes looks like. Not certainty. Not a promise.
Not even a reasonable probability.
Just the decision to leave a possibility open.
Of course, there is another side to this.
A thousand years is beyond anything we can truly comprehend.
Will our civilisation still exist?
Will the world look anything like the one we know?
Will science have advanced beyond anything we can imagine?
Will anyone even remember the people who are making these decisions today?
No one alive now can answer those questions. And perhaps that is the heartbreaking part of being human.
We live our lives as though the future is waiting for us. We make plans. We postpone things. We assume there will be more time.
But there are no guarantees.
We don’t know how many ordinary mornings we have left with someone we love. We don’t know which conversation will be our last. We don’t know what tomorrow will take away or what it might unexpectedly bring.
So, perhaps we don’t need to know.
Perhaps we simply need to keep the doors open where we can.
To love while we have the chance.
To say what needs to be said.
To make the memories we keep postponing.
To leave room for possibilities we cannot yet see.
Because none of us knows what the future holds. And perhaps that uncertainty is exactly why the present matters so much.
We cannot guarantee tomorrow.
But we are here today.
And while the door is still open, perhaps we should step through it.
And live. ❤️
