So, there it is. The end of the year. The inexorable march of time that brings us all one step further in our life. So what does the future hold?
My personal answer - nothing but hope. And, if the said hope proves false, danger and fear in its stead. A friend of mine once said that the future will never come to be, 'cause when it does its the present, not the future.
What about the past, you may ask? They're but memories to me, some sweet, some bitter, most mixed in both; some true to last, others misleading. Well, at least I know partly what Brom (from Eragon, by C. Paulini) the storyteller feels like now - to look back, and know that one remembers not much of it, then to look forward, and know that something still lies before one's self.
If you read the Erevis Cale Trilogy, you'd know that Cale, the butler cum assassin-follower of Mask, decided that while his future may be determined without his consent, he chooses how he would walk his path of life, to his end. I believe his point - our fate is chosen for us, whether by other-worldly rules, or by our own subconcious personalities. Yet, we can chose what path we take towards that goal, though if given the chance, I'd prefer to be able to know what's going to come up in the future.
Still, unless we end our lives here and now, there's no other choice but to go forward. If only life was like a video game, with saves and reloads if you make a blunder. But it isn't. So many thanks all the best to you for reading this. As hunters may say, "Good hunting."
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