“The best way to predict the future
is to create it”
What do you want to be
when you grow up?
Do you remember being asked that question?
At home
or at school?
How many of us
have ‘actually’
accomplished it?
To Predict means
‘to say or estimate that something will happen
in the future’.
Therefore,
the future is in our hands!
It is up to us
to Control and Create our Lives
to be what we would like them to be.
However,
how easy is this?
When we leave school,
we get ‘caught up’
in the responsibilities
of everyday life,
and we soon forget
that we have a dream,
and sometimes even
that we have a future.
This is because we are living in the ‘Now’,
in the ‘today’.
By taking Control
of our lives NOW,
we will have Control
of our Futures.
Then,
we will be in the right frame of mind
towards life
for today and for the future.
LIVE AND LOVE LIFE!
About the Creator
Ruth Elizabeth Stiff
I love all things Earthy and Self-Help
History is one of my favourite subjects and I love to write short fiction
Research is so interesting for me too
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making space
Since the only thing that might pull us back up is caring, it only makes sense that here, long after I’ve let my anger born of heartbreak and grief misplace, multiply, misdirect itself, let the enormity of my solitude turn into something I don’t know how to dispute with, something thick and heavy and suffocating, let the coldness thrash and fight under my skin, deeper still, in between the arches of my organs; here where the ground is always close and the fall is easy and I surrender to it often, lie without purpose for hours, it only makes sense that it is here, I decide to show up and surrender to the possibilities of the night. Show up to those who I deserted. Drawn to the sense of accomplishment, something I haven’t felt in a while, to memory of finished dish sending its aroma into the world and with it, wrapping the room with a strong sense of sweet nostalgia, I get up and decide to cook. I pick up my phone, type a message that reads “Dinner at mine @ 8PM, don’t bring anything” and before my courage deserts me again, drop it in our friends’ group chat, the way one would do when diffusing a bomb in the movies: one eye closed, snip at the wire, hoping for the best.
By Mesh Toraskar2 days ago in Feast
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