You know, when I sit and think about it, which I do far too often, the past and future are like those dance partners who step on each other's toes but somehow make it work.
Ever had that feeling? You’re living in the moment, but it feels like it’s rehearsed, preordained even. Like déjà vu but with more flair.
Take a second and imagine the future. Go on, I’ll wait.
Now, isn’t it funny how it’s always out of reach, like a horizon you can never touch, yet it’s also part of the now?
There’s a paradox here, a beautiful contradiction.
As we project our desires, our fears, our mundane hopes for WiFi that never drops, we also reveal who we really are. Symbiotic, don’t you think?
So, what do you see in your crystal ball?
Maybe a reflection of yourself, staring back with a smirk, as if it knows you better than you know yourself.