Fleeing into the future, I wanted to see what had become of the world, what had become of myself. The funny thing about fleeing into the future is how different things can be. Perhaps a scarred face or a an evil lair of doom. In the future, all I found was more of the same, but slightly different. Rats ceased to be, but owls had become a real infestation. A ride to the moon was no problem anymore. And, of course, politics take some sort of crazy turn. The thing that baffles me about the future is how much it can change a person. It is easy to assume that we all know who we are now, but seeing our future selves makes for an odd view. We talk about the horrors of being a face-scarred renegade or potentially becoming a run-down geriatric. Those visions may seem horrific as hell, but in truth, they aren't that bad. Having done something amazingly wild or even having done something is something spectacular.
The only thing that needs fearing is traveling to the future to find that your future self is doing what you have been doing all along. Spinning the same wheels, running around the same circle, and hoping that things will change. That must be some real horror to find that everything you ever wanted and worked for will continue to be everything you want and work for and not necessarily getting to that goal.
Just Remember: The present is always now and the future is up-and-coming. Why bother not changing where we are now to make what is up-and-coming worth the wait?
