Today's issues are enough. Don't invite disaster.
Time was, a decade ago, the future held heartwarming scenarios for me. That was then, before widowhood. This is now. Now, I'm afraid of counting on the future. If I put my hand near this flame, I mean, this "future", I'll not emerge unscathed. Who of us can? The 'future' has death written on it, mine and yours. Why trust its golden lure? Can it deliver something beautiful and good before it delivers death? I wish I could have faith. Instead, after the future took my assurance of tomorrows away with my late husband, I made a truce: I won't tempt it and it won't burn me. (Like I can stop the future from happening by not dealing with it???)
Except ~ somewhere deep inside I have continued to build a foundation for a future. Part of me hopes for and relishes the future. How can I not? Life, and people, and nature are precious and loving is most natural. Part of me feels naive if I become enthusiastic about the future. It's like I'll be Charlie Brown. Lucy has the football just so. Just when I really really want to kick it...
What is in front of me? Is it really the 'future'? Or is it 'fear'?
What is it I need to learn? I need help sorting it out.
Have you faith in a bright future?