We have to remember
That the future lays before us
Stretching endlessly
Towards… what?
That we’ll never see
And that’s ok
Things begin
Things end
And we don’t know what’s in front of us
Or for how long
But that’s the beauty
The surprise
The joy
The heartache
The pain
The love
It’s a novel we live, not read,
Full of endless possibilities.
Austin Kuba 