There I was, standing, facing destiny like a friend. Suddenly, from behind, a mangy hand crept across my shoulder. “Not so fast”, whispered the voice attached to those persuasive fingers, “I’ve got a few things to say before you change partners.”
My buts began vigorously, but protest was soon silenced. Hanging my head I sadly agreed, as I had done so many times before. Wasn’t he right? After all, I didn’t have a good upbringing. Born at the wrong time in the wrong place. I knew all the wrong people, and with the way I had lived, well…
Maybe this destiny thing wasn’t for me after all.
Turning despondently to the future, I shook his hand somewhat limply, and made my apologies. “The past insists.” I said. He says I can’t.
The future looked me deep in the eye, and slowly asked the question I have been pondering ever since. “Why not?” He asked.
Perhaps one day the answers I give to that small question will sound more convincing, but honestly, right now, I’m still searching for a reason. Perhaps if I call him, the future may be willing to make another date to continue our discussion…
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