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What The Future Holds

No one knows what the future holds

No one can control where their story goes

    Anything is possible

Anything can happen

   Almost everything is out of our control


It’s a big universe 

    And we are just a blip in the infinite sea of everything

    There's not a right place to be

There isn’t just one path that must be taken

   There are infinite ways it could all go

 An infinite amount of ways it could all unfold


No one knows what the future holds

    No one knows how tomorrow will go

There are so many people here

   So many faces

So many rivers and roads

   So many places to make a home

There isn't just one way to be 

    And not a right way to behave

There aren’t just good feelings 

    Life isn't just smiles and hugs

Don’t let anyone force you into being anything 

   Don’t let anyone shame you for what you are feeling

Everything you think and feel is just fine

    Everything will be alright 

Tomorrow is a mystery 

  It is wide open

Full of potential 

   Anything can fill it up

Let all our expectations go 

   Let all of our fears disappear 

Let go of control 

    Stop trying to predict the future 

Stop trying to force perfection 

   Stop projecting everything we refuse to face

Admit our mistakes

    We can’t feel great all of the time 

But we can experience the present together

   If we are lucky

We can experience the present together 

   Without being obsessed with what might come next. 

    

Just because today sucks

   Just because we’ve been punched in the gut

That doesn’t mean tomorrow will be the same 

   Tomorrow could be

    Anything. 


Don’t hold onto the past

   Don’t hold onto control

Let it all go

   Let it all go

    Find a wind

     And just float

  It’s okay to hold onto 

      Hope

Because

   No one knows how the future will go

No one can control where their story will go

    Anything could unfold

That’s why it’s also okay

   To let go

Of hope,


CH 12/20/25

  

 
 
 

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