... is indeed full of uncertainity. The medics were all depressed at the pub tonight, as we are currently in a sinking boat of "waiting to hear about jobs, not being short-listed, going somewhere you don't want to go, doing something you don't want to do" ... the future being in a mist of fog, so unreachable, so unpredictable ...
I was reading The Screwtape Letters today, with an amazing passage: "He does not want men to give the Future their hearts, to place their treasure in it. We do. His ideal is a man who, having worked all day for the good of posterity (if that is his vocation), washes his mind of the whole subject, commits the issue to Heaven, and returns at once to the patience or gratitude demanded by the moment that is passing over him ... We want a whole race perpetually in pursuit of the rainbow's end, never honest, nor kind, nor happy now, but always using as mere fuel wherewith to heap the altar of the future every real gift which is offered them in the Present".
Everything seems so simple now - live for now, enjoy the moment, do the good work and trust the future in some greater hands than yours or mine ...
