- Sanna Rådelius
On the Becoming of Future Makers
A word.
Many words.
Words put together, into a story.
What power they hold.
The power to shape our future.
An image.
A collage.
Many different pictures, put together as one.
What power it holds.
The power to decide our future.
I had a story.
I had an image.
Of the future, I wanted to live.
Then I woke up and I understood.
This is not my story.
This is not my image.
Now I stand on the threshold of decisions.
Shall I create a new story?
Shall I paint a new image?
I find resistance within. Strong resistance.
I feel that words and images are too narrow.
I feel that my capability of imagining is far too limited to imagine the possibilities of my future.
By keeping myself from shaping my possible future with words or images,
I instead say Yes to the Adventures and Beauty that might come my way.
I no longer want to tell the story of my future.
I only want to tell the story of my past.
And live the making of my future.
I make my future.
By consciously choosing to live in this single moment.
And this one.
And this.
Everything else is just a story or an image.
An illusion.
I am a future maker.
I choose life.
I choose now.
