The living do not have a choice, but to cross the bridges in time. I do not know to what extent plant and animal life can foresee the future, but human beings possess this crucial toll of survival.
It is the ability to forecast, project, dream, plan, visualize that keeps us going. In absence of this, the end of every day, week, month or year would terrorize us. How can we walk into the future, without an iota of knowledge about what lies there?
And yet ….. we fail sometimes ….
books of future lie
unread in dark calendars
ones that have no dates
but odes to human life –
I don’t know which is for me
How can we live knowing that there is no future? That death will come. Perhaps the hope that it isn’t the end is enough.
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I agree. Thanks for engaging, Tim Willow!
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We hope to make the right choice at the right time. Good poem and I love your thoughts on this prompt Reena.
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Thank you, Helene!
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Profound Reena.
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Thanks so much!
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