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I have an opinion about future.  

No one really knows. 

Maybe that’s the way it’s supposed to be. Imagine if you knew. What a crackdown! But you don’t. Maybe that’s really the way it’s supposed to be. Knowing could be a delight. Knowing, the future. Oh, the things you can prepare for. The amount of Bitcoin you would have bought.   Or the mistakes you wouldn’t have made. You’d have no regrets! Knowing that tomorrow will be Friday isn’t knowing the future. You know tomorrow is going to be Friday, but do you really? That’s not the future. That’s the present, projecting to the future. Today, tomorrow is Friday, but tomorrow, tomorrow will be Saturday. But really knowing the future, would be terrifying. For the better or worse, knowing. That’s the point. Do we really want to know? What will happen tomorrow? Before it happens? You couldn’t handle it! To be wholly convinced, to really know what tomorrow will bring. You might say there is hope. Yeah but that’s wishful thinking not reality. You can hope that you will become rich, successful, happy , in love, in company of great friendship. Away from sickness, sadness and all.  And boredom, to know all conclusions to all of your problems, to never be able to enjoy a sports game. To never be able to read a book, watch a movie for the fun of it. You’d always know what happens in the end!  And death, to know when your dog will die, your friends, your parents will die. And you will know the exact date, hour, second, to the point you could count down to. You will know how long you have left. When you are watching your last sunset, you will know it’s the last one.  You will know the moment when you say “see you later” and know you won’t see them ever again.  But you don’t really know how it will all unfold. And that’s maybe, just maybe, why you live.