The future has been with us for as long as we can remember. And yet we await its arrival forever. The future is the next minute, tomorrow, the end of the current decade, the closing of this century, that distant foggy promontory of thousands of years from now and the farthest reaches of the deep time yet to come. The future is the horizon ahead, a road, hope, an itch, fear, a dream, a wager. The future will always be.
The first decade of every new century is usually spent squaring accounts with the last hundred years. The twentieth century only really got going around 1914 (and to what consequences!).