Holy Smokes

"Maybe he's from the future."


That was an answer to a conversation at work today. Courtney happened to see a man on a bus "smoking a liquid cigarette". (Court, those were your words, not mine, and I love you, but you like picking on me, too.) I had no answer to this statement. Dustin, on the other hand, had questions. "Did it smell?" "He was smoking it on the bus?", among others. The first answer was "It was crack". Second answer: "Maybe he was from the future". At this point, I couldn't help but laugh. (Since, we have conquered a Google search that informed us that it is an anti-smoking agent that can perhaps have a cherry flavor.)


While all of that is laughable and fun, I started to ponder that question: Would or would I not like to see what's in store for me in the future?

Not that this is the first time I've thought about it. I just is a question that pops up here and there and jogs your mind.

Answer? Not even a little bit. Wouldn't that take all of the wonder out of life? I already know what my end goal is. Why would I want to disturb the beauty of it? The suprises, the twists, the turns; they make everything so different and exciting. If I knew where I ended up, who's to say there wouldn't be a part of me that, at times, would just want to seek that out? I try to be a straight shooter anyway, but there are parts of life that are supposed to be unexpected. I'd rather keep mine that way.

What would you do?