The Future

The Future
The future. It’s always ahead of us. Just a moment away, and out of our grasp. We never know exactly what the future will bring us, but we generally have an idea. Tomorrow and the next day, and the next, etc. will follow a pattern mimicking today and yesterday, and the day before, etc. Today the alarm went off entirely too early, just like it did last Monday, and just like it will next Monday. I’ll stumble barefoot to the shower and begin another somewhat predictable day, in the same way as thousands of days before.

As I read the book of my life, and I turn the page to the next day and the next, the writing is there, accurately telling me of what much of my day will consist. A few of the details may be erroneous, and as I peer further into the future the page may contain fewer and fewer specific predictions, but still, the continual lifestream goes on in much the same way as in the past.
This consistency will come crashing to a halt in just a few days, as I open to the chapter “December 2015”, turn the page, and see...nothing. A blank sheet. Nothing. Instead of having my future largely patterned after previous days, my future is empty. Maybe empty is not the proper term, more unknown than empty. Fear of the unknown is quietly creeping into my consciousness, day by day. Something will happen, but I have no knowledge just what to expect. Several options are possible: a good paying job may suddenly appear out of the ether, I may enroll in an associate's degree program, I may opt for a training certificate and go to work immediately after (I hope), or I may just take some time off. I know not where each of those paths may take me, but I must make a choice.
Whatever path I choose, I'll be writing a whole new,unexpected and unanticipated, chapter in this book I call my life. Wish me luck, friend.

….turn the page….

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