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Imagine yourself in a small, predictable future yet entirely hypothetical future. Do this exercise. Picture where you could be, which could be wherever. Feel every little detail in the scene, every scent, color that captures your eye. Think about what you're going to do that day, what can be done in the situation you're in. Imagine small conflicts and small glimpses of happiness. Then go, slowly, back in time, each scene, each event that shaped the phenomenon you're at in that moment. Where does it go back? You start noticing it making turning points, smaller, almost unnoticeable, all being led by choices you make. Choices you don't even know the outcome, but you have to somehow make them, be it by rationality, by any reason, or by what your so-called feelings, feelings of guilt, feelings of regret, feelings of duty. Or if you say, love, happiness, joy, attachment. How can you make choices without knowing if it will get where you imagined, in the first place? Is it possible to just get where you want by your sense of feeling, by following your guts, and not ever being disappointed by your decisions? Have you ever not been disappointed by something, or even, have you ever not been disappointed by somebody, precisely anybody in your life?

This might just read as a pessimistic, basic entry. But my perspective is from an existentialist point of view, what we exist in this specific phenomenon in which it all coexists. There's no direct difference between good and bad feelings, choices, moments. It's all part of the present and what happens and how it builds the next step and the next choice you're going to make. You find yourself in a scenario where you can only see two tiles in your brick road - all dark out of its range. And you can only catch a glimpse of an end to your road if you close your eyes and think about illusions, self-perceived scenes of yourself that could be nothing more than the work of a wizard, messing with your mind.

So the actual choice could be two. Open your eyes and see from where those bricks came from, look back at the road, feel what they essentially are made of. Or keep your eyes closed and believe that they are made of those illusions, and what happens are means to an end. The paradox is you have to face whatever comes in the same manner. Because that dream in the future does not exist, yet you mold yourself up and make choices based on what you think will bring it closer. You change yourself every second. And those older bricks are just steps you already passed, that paved your way. Your next step will never be the same for you because the past changed yourself, every second of it. And you just exist in the present. Thus, you are in an either/or situation that leaves to no end, and finding yourself in that leaves you with existential dread.

That makes you stop and take no steps. Why does it matter? If the only thing that matters is where I am, the only thing that matters is what happened, your thoughts start to begin, in a fast manner. Scenes, pictures, voices, scents, all go through your head in a fraction of a second. Your despair grows deeper and deeper as you see the brick you're standing on starting to fade, the same manner as the ones before, and the ones in front of you consolidating, taking a much stronger shape as before, as they could perfectly take your weight. Your body trembles, as you feel your nerves reacting to any stimuli. As you take a step, you close your eyes and hear a voice. It's not yours, neither you've heard it before. It's soft yet resonates firmly through all your body. It calms you. You hear it saying: Imagine you in a small, predictable future yet entirely hypothetical future.