I love to read and write historical fiction. I like looking back at a particular moment in time and wondering how people lived and why they did the things they did. Today I paused to look forward and wonder about those who one day will look back.
Every day we live, we make new history. Someday our present will be someone else’s past. They will look back on our lives with curiosity, wondering how we ever managed to live without their modern conveniences, why we valued one thing over another, why we had this law or that law and not another, what formed our moral compass. Our new will be their old. They will look back as we look back only they will be looking at us. What will they see?