A brush with a future self.
Before I could even get a view of him or ask a question I heard him speak, or me think.
"But I'm only one possible future self."
"I know, I just wish I had something more concrete."
"Like water life flows, if it was solid it would be ice. Not much truly lives in ice nor does it move much," he smiled, lighthearted and happy. He laughed.
The thought streemed from a seemingly telepathic conversation on the freedom of choice and what one truly wants. Untill, the seemingly we became just me again and I smiled.
Lighthearted and happy, forget the questions and answers I was, I am, and I will be, happy.
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