My own future.

It's times like these that I look around and reflect.  I reflect on my life, where it is and where it's going.  But nobody knows where their life is going; we all make it up as we go along.  Our futures aren't written.  We have to face our past at some point, but our past doesn't make our future.  I don't know where my life is headed, and quite frankly it scares me.  But I know where it's been.  I've made my mistakes, I've done stupid things.  But the fact is:  None of that matters.  We're all writers, it's just that we don't have spell check.  It's true that our past can haunt us.  But that's simply not fair.  Every day, every hour, every minute, every moment our slate is wiped clean.  People change.  People can change in an instant, even from their deepest core.

 

My slate has been wiped.  It's time to leave my past behind.  It's time to stop worrying.  It's time to change.  I have my pen, and now it's time to write.

Reviews

[Gordon]

I could probably use a copy of this. Please fax it to me. They say that one of the best ways to clear a guilty conscience is to write it all out. Just the liberation of admitting fault, even if it's never read is supposed to be helpful.

You're preaching to the choir, we all need to pen a similar story. Thanks for the heads-up. Before it's too late.

[Vanessa]

What a positive train of speculation.
This really does say something in a rather deep way.
And thought that it was the perfect self-reflection.

--vk