Dearest Future,
I am looking forward to you. At the same time, I am absolutely terrified of you. You are something so bright and hopeful yet still so dark and uncertain. I want you to come quickly. But I still want these days to stretch on and on because when you are finally here, will you be all as I expected you to be?
What if you’re not? There can only be two possibilities. Or three, let’s say three if I am an absolute prophet.
Possibility one: I’d have set my hopes up for nothing. You are just as bleak as some people say. I’ll be disappointed, wishing another future would come quickly by.
Possibility two: you are so much better than I expected. Everything’s rosier. Bliss will overtake me. I’ll be saying, “These are all so much better than all of my dreams put together.”
Possibility two: everything is exactly as I had dreamed they will be. How that will happen, I am not sure. But I’ll look around at everything and say, yep, all is as all should be.
I truly hope it won’t be the first. I truly hope it would be one of the other two.
But then again, I’ll just look to God. Whatever you may bring, I know in my heart, He’ll be in control of everything.
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