100 Days to a New Beginning

Each day from nowadays feels close yet distant. The current moment dominates my thoughts, its fat large with jobs and intentions. Yet, the day forward claims new things—interactions, choices, possibly a serendipitous change I can not foresee. It's just one step out, like the light spark of birth on the horizon.

Two days from today, life's flow might change slightly. Probably a constant task will finally be finished, or even a in the pipeline meeting can keep me reflecting. I wonder: will 2 weeks from today two times add anything extraordinary to my history, or can they simply pass, like so many others, mixing into storage?

Three times out thinks more abstract. There exists a small uncertainty in imagining it; the further I expand my ideas into the long run, the more I lose clarity. What'll inhabit me then? Probably it's a note of how quickly the concrete provide fades into a air of the unknown.

Four times from nowadays, the schedule may blur. It might be a active day, punctuated by instances of rest. Or, it might hold an urgent encounter—a pal I haven't seen in years, or the opportunity I couldn't predict. Each day provides a kaleidoscope of likelihood, irrespective of how routine life feels.