/lit/ - Literature

>A continued vision of myself in the future madingley alone and wildly successful in whatever it is that I make money doing. I start to feel depressed. Then I think I might never arrive there I could get hit by a truck tomorrow and never live that life. Wake up from a coma two years from now with no limbs, then what may my life be twenty years from now? The point is I can imagine many different courses through life from this point as I sit and stare out at the horizon. Though which one would I ever really enjoy? Would I miss the best opportunity of my life thinking of other options? Well sitting here staring out at the horizon certainly seems enough of a life understanding the potential hardships of those lives and the possible emotions that are involved guarantees sadness and joy.