Because. Life right now. Is so nebulous and inchoate.
The future is like a sunset spreading orange marmalade on opaque clouds. It's beautiful in its infinite variety (and possibilities). But it keeps changing shapes and colours. Does the beauty lie in the changeability? Possibly. But then beauty lies in the eyes of the beholder. Do I think a sunset is beautiful, even in this dusty-sooty-grimy city? Hell, yeah! What did you think all this indulging in metaphors was in aid of?