Another piece of contemplation

A lot of times, I use to linger on fantasies which I myself never thought I'd dwell into --things about varied specks of life, the shattered world of broken dreams, the inexplainable feeling of happiness, friendship, love, anger, nobility, and many more.

Now, as I am sitting here typing this mere piece of contemplation, I imagine the future.

Questions scuttle back and forth my mind. What will be the future like? What is the difference between the world I feel now and the world I will be in later?

But as I think of a way to answer these questions, to my anticipation, an answer never came.

Rather, a question, a striking question to that extent, popped. -- Am I ready for the future?

I picture myself in the future, and I seem to look at a very vague image. And by now, I should've made that resemblance clear enough. How? God only knows. But it's up to me to find out. I will try. Yes, I will.

And if you ask me that question again, well, I now have the answer.

I will be.