It sucks that we won’t get to know what the future holds until it becomes the present and the fact that this starts to seem like a particularly pretentious introductory line sucks even more.
I think I might have reached that point in adulthood wherein one has to choose between living the dream and letting it die down and then going back to sleep. In my case, though, I know I haven’t made a conscious decision yet but I get a feeling of where life’s headed. It amazes me because it doesn’t even frighten me—the overthinking stage has not taken over yet, perhaps, but I know it soon will, given there’s only a month and a half before we usher in another year with resolutions one’s sure to forget a week later. I may be just running away from things, like I always do, because I’ve already lost the will to work for what I love. At this point, I’m thinking I would, in the future, regret the chances I didn’t take (like what those ubiquitous internet quotes say in a thousand different ways) and what probably scares me is I feel like I’m going to be OK with that.
And what sucks the most is this piece of crap you’ve just read. By the way, this has been MG, thank you for calling and have a good day.