人間には四種類ある。過去の思い出に生きる人、未来に生きる人、現在に生きる人、その他だ。 わたしは「あのときこう言い返せばよかった」とよく後悔するから過去に生きているのかとも思うが、過去の思い出にひたることはないし、「思い出づくり」にも興味がない。過去の栄光も意識に上らない(過去の栄光がないかもしれない)。第一、過去に目を向けることがない。人に自慢しようとして、自慢できるところが現在の自分に見当たらず、過去の中に無理やり探すときぐらいだ。(1)、つらい出来事はずっと尾を引く。先日、失意の底に沈んだときは、立て直るのに二日かかった。たぶん過去のことは二日経つと他人事に思えるのだ。
未来はどうか。わたしはよく、流暢に話せないのではないかなどと未来に不安を抱くし、食事でも、好きな物が最後に残るよう計画的に食べるから、未来に生きていそうだが、そうとも思えない。たとえば、未来のために健康診断を受けたほうがいいと思うが、検査は極力避けている。仕事も、今日できることを一日延ばしにして、結局、約束が守れず謝罪する。計画は立てるが、計画性がないのだ。万事、行き当たりばったりだ。
学生時代、進路を哲学に変えたときもそうだった。当時は就職難で、大学院に行くと就職はまず無理だったが、決断には何の迷いもなかった。親から、哲学に進むなら仕送りをやめると脅されても、生活のあてもないまま、まったく動じなかった。わたしが楽天的だからではない。たんに先のことが他人事としか思えないのだ。
自分の未来は一日で十分だ。わたしは人生が何百年もあればいいのにと願っているが、人生のうち、(2)人生だと思っているのは今日一日と過去二日と未来一日の余計四日日間だけだ。
AI translation, cross-checked between two models.
There are four kinds of people. Those who live in memories of the past, those who live in the future, those who live in the present, and everyone else. I often regret things, thinking, “I should have answered that way back then,” so I sometimes wonder whether I live in the past; yet I never immerse myself in old memories, nor am I interested in “making memories.” Past glories never come to mind either (perhaps I have no past glories to begin with). To begin with, I hardly ever look back at the past. About the only time I do is when I want to boast to someone, cannot find anything in my present self worth boasting about, and have to search the past by force. (1), painful events, on the other hand, linger for a long time. The other day, when I sank to the depths of despair, it took me two days to recover. Perhaps after two days, anything in the past begins to feel like someone else's affair.
What about the future? I often worry about the future, wondering for example whether I will be unable to speak fluently, and even when eating I plan things so that my favorite food remains until the end, which makes it seem as though I live for the future—but I do not think that is true either. For example, I think it would be better for my future to have health checkups, yet I avoid examinations as much as possible. With work too, I keep putting off until another day what I could do today, until in the end I fail to keep my promises and have to apologize. I make plans, but I have no ability to plan. I handle everything as it comes.
It was the same when I changed my field to philosophy as a student. Jobs were scarce at the time, and going on to graduate school would have made employment virtually impossible, yet I had no hesitation whatsoever about the decision. Even when my parents threatened to stop supporting me financially if I went into philosophy, I remained completely unmoved despite having no prospect of how I would support myself. It is not because I am optimistic. It is simply that the future feels to me like nothing more than someone else's affair.
One day of my own future is enough. I still wish life could last for hundreds of years, but of my whole life, (2) the part I actually regard as “my life” amounts to only four days: today, the two preceding days, and one day of the future.
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