The Future

On the brink of adulthood, everyone is obsessed with my future.

"Have you decided on a school yet?" they ask.

"What job do you want after college?" "Where...? What...? How..?"

The persistent drone of seemingly trivial questions numbs my mind.

I couldn't understand their expressions when I respond, "No, I don't know."

Their faces drop and as they turn away, I catch this look in their eyes.

They look sad and disappointed, as if I let them down.

I didn't understand why everyone else was so excited about the future.

Now I understand that I'm different from them.

They imagine better times and great opportunities when they look forward,

But when I look forward, I see darkness, vast nothingness.

The truth is, I can't picture myself beyond college

Because I don't expect to live that long.

The End

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