Possibilities.
The air swirls with possibilities. Possibilities for tomorrow, for next week, next year, 10 years. Decisions are made and unmade in seconds. Dreams fuel imagination and reality in equal measures.
All without thought for the impossibilities. Hope holds strong against unrealized obstacles.
The darker hues of guaranteed sorrows meld with the vivid moments of bright experience. Light of joy tempered in shadows of grief. Pictures, flashes of color eddy in and out.
This is the movement of life. The dance of a soul through time. Hundreds of futures with thousands of possible paths.
And the others wonder why I don't mind sitting through high school again.
Possibilities.
