What excites me about
the future?ā % &My outlook on future would be described as, the surface of an ocean when it witnesses two or three kestrels hovering high with all their dignity, but showing aversion to the large insects crawling along the sand of beach, may be their eyes are focused on something else, seems like not particularly on a big prey or on a few, may be, who knows? The surface sees it just, not inquiring into the psychology of the happening, it feels the whole as a reality. Now, all of a sudden, the hunter birds swoop down on the insects, and the sky losses nothing but the sea surface does, the mind does, a refreshing dream where conscious was absent, or may be a script that got trashed, it was all beautiful but the future is not here and now, after all. I've with me stories, anticipations and a bag full of poems, but are they my belongings of future? So, let me build a home out of them and reside there like a guest, in this moment, as they say, future is the projection of present,
after all.ā % &
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