The future is yet unwritten
It’s a blank canvas on which you paint with your present
Defined by your past and your present but at the same time untethered from your past
Its a blank page awaiting the ink to dance across
The future is unwritten and can be changed at a moments notice by any decision you make
Or don’t make
The future is the great unknown and yes we make plans
And we have dreams never knowing for sure if they’ll come to fruition or not
The future is as yet unwritten and that’s a beautiful thing
It’s not set in stone but written in clay or wax at best
Its written in pencil with life’s eraser never more than a millimeter away from erasing
Our best laid plans and dreams
The future can be anything you want it to be if you just have the strength to make it so
The fortitude to see it through
Do you have the fortitude to make life your slave
To conquer its ever-present whims
To bend the future to your will
To knock, knock on heavens door and beg for the strength to conquer the whims of yourself as they throw you to the seven winds
Knocking you off the course that you have set
I love the future
Do you?
Or do you fear it
Do you dread the future or do you welcome it
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