Future
Dear future,
It's ironic how I am writing to you in the present. And it's further more ironic how your fear made me do things I was not supposed to do in the past, or rather, not do the things I was supposed to do. It's too complicated.
You had promised me the better you. You had promised me the forever you. And that small heaven when things were going just my way. And then, life happened. You know better than me how you are connected to life, but you should be you. Why interfere in someone's present to make the past remorseful?
Do you include imaginations within you? I always wanted someone to answer. And since I am busy living my present, creating the mountain of memories of the past, I thought it'd be better if I ask you. If yes you include them, why do some of the imaginations don't ever happen? And if you don't, they must be past, right? Because, we are too coward to let them sneak into our minds again, huh? You there with me?
As I write this, I get why the English Pundits classified you as Tense.
You are the inevitable. Yes, the oblivion is unacceptable. Yes, even a thanatophobic person like me will also have to die someday. You are so obvious in a way. But, why do we fear you then? Why are you so terrible to face sometimes? Why is that people limit themselves to the present being so afraid about your forthcoming? Do you even ponder?
And then there are some people who are focused on shaping the better you. Take me as an example. You have given me a mini-tumour every time you don't happen as the plan. Yet, I do things as you will want, or may be as your order. See, you are the biggest lover of people. Grateful?
Last but not the least, I expect you to be better you than you are now when I had looked from the past. I will be shaping myself accordingly, and please, will you help me? And tell your fellow Past friend to help me too? I will again be more grateful.
Your Lover
An Optimist
It's ironic how I am writing to you in the present. And it's further more ironic how your fear made me do things I was not supposed to do in the past, or rather, not do the things I was supposed to do. It's too complicated.
You had promised me the better you. You had promised me the forever you. And that small heaven when things were going just my way. And then, life happened. You know better than me how you are connected to life, but you should be you. Why interfere in someone's present to make the past remorseful?
Do you include imaginations within you? I always wanted someone to answer. And since I am busy living my present, creating the mountain of memories of the past, I thought it'd be better if I ask you. If yes you include them, why do some of the imaginations don't ever happen? And if you don't, they must be past, right? Because, we are too coward to let them sneak into our minds again, huh? You there with me?
As I write this, I get why the English Pundits classified you as Tense.
You are the inevitable. Yes, the oblivion is unacceptable. Yes, even a thanatophobic person like me will also have to die someday. You are so obvious in a way. But, why do we fear you then? Why are you so terrible to face sometimes? Why is that people limit themselves to the present being so afraid about your forthcoming? Do you even ponder?
And then there are some people who are focused on shaping the better you. Take me as an example. You have given me a mini-tumour every time you don't happen as the plan. Yet, I do things as you will want, or may be as your order. See, you are the biggest lover of people. Grateful?
Last but not the least, I expect you to be better you than you are now when I had looked from the past. I will be shaping myself accordingly, and please, will you help me? And tell your fellow Past friend to help me too? I will again be more grateful.
Your Lover
An Optimist
wow great keep it up
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