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Where do I see myself in the future?
Cruising on a private yacht, sipping at one of those fancy
drinks with umbrellas in them or living in a carton box with the
sky for a roof. The possibilit...
Cruising on a private yacht, sipping at one of those fancy drinks with umbrellas in them or living in a carton box with the sky for a roof. The possibilities seem infinite, the prospect of a different me in the distant future almost frightening, surreal even. I know for a fact that change is inevitable but that part of me that craves stability, an anchor to latch on to the illusion of control, dreads the passage of time. The fates have been kind enough so far as to not strike me with lightning or get trampled over by a cow, but for how long?
Back in kindergarten, we had teachers asking us to write a letter to our future self, merely an exercise to let a childs mind wander the paths of impossibility. To enforce the belief that one could achieve anything, the world is our oyster or some similar mollusk (never quite digested that concept). In our letters rocket ships, castles, vast riches and anything that captured our fancy all went in with utter disregard to the realities that life is burdened with. Blissful ignorance just brimming over our tiny, grinning heads. I dont claim to remember the details the little, optimistic me jotted down in crayons, but Im sure reading them now would strongly reinforce my opinions of my under achievement.
With every single day that passes, the millions of passages in the labyrinth leading to the future multiply. The sheer enormity of choices and actions, their consequences, is enough to leave me in a stupor of ennui. But it is this exact same thing that makes it all worth the journey. The uncertainty of it all only pushes me to peek around the corner and find out for myself. There is no greater fuel than pure animalistic curiosity and it is exactly that which has me out the door every day, ready to chance the stones hurled at me in that hope of better things eventually coming my way.