The future is one of the scariest things that we as beings could ever hope to face, in my opinion. Bigger than that monster under your bed is the impending doom of change and undiscovered growth, or perhaps even death. That's what's so paralyzing, the fact that if you stay paralyzed in front of some vicious venom-spitting, limb-contorting monster it will just eat you, and you know that. But no matter what you do in the present, the uncharted, dimly-lit future will always be shrouded in-front of you, like the moon on a cloudy night. Is it really there at all? Will I even live another second? Will another word ever pass out of my mouth? Will I finish this thought? No one knows. All we do is hope. All we are is hope. Hope that the sun will come after the moon sinks, Hope that our lives will add up to more than we believe. Hope that nothing out of the norm will happen while we dream, and that everything will remain as it always has been.
It is unbeknown to you what will come of tomorrow, or of five minutes from now, or even five years. Nothing is certain. Not you or me or anything else at all.
--Just a Thought
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ContoThoughts I think. Cover art is not mine, but from an artist named Ray Toh.
