I ask you…..have you ever felt a more stressful feeling than that of the thoughts of the FUTURE???

Well thinking about mine the other day, scared me half to death

Just being asked “what do you want to do when your older…?” makes me shiver at the thought because, I HAVE NO CLUE

Being told today that what I do now can affect my outcome in the FUTURE is a little bar to absorb fully. I want to do well in life, but I don’t want to know right now, I want to have some fun and keep my childhood a little longer.

AND THAT IS JUST THE ACADEMIC SIDE…….

My athletics is a whole other story

Have you ever had 14 people depend on your success to reach theirs?

Go into a game hoping you won’t let your friends down?

Or have you been told that “you better work hard now, or else your FUTURE in the sport, as limited as the opportunities may be, might not be there anymore?

But what if all my work is for nothing….. I may be optimistic and out every waking moment into a game I love and hold so dearly, but what if this game leaves me behind and breaks my heart?

So with my “FUTURE” being decided with every move I make, losing a FUTURE job because i didn’t do the extra work in a subject just to have a little fun with my friends. Or the possibility of playing the game I love and have spent my life working towards for a living, ignores me because I didn’t have that one extra practice. 

So I ask you, what should I do?
Before I go crazy…..

She sat among the cool grey rocks of the Leslie Street Spit,

Ankles folded underneath her.

Amusedly, she hunted through the pebbles and rocks with careful, delicate fingers,

and once the quantity and quality of these stones selected met her standards, she began.

Eyes squinted against the bright daylight and her brows furrowed in concentration, she scanned the water before her,

As if she could just find

the right spot.

a place among the uncaring waters, rushing towards the shore,

That would envelop each special stone,

in its salivating sea jaws,

and digest the meaning of them.

There would be some understanding and coherence in the universe,

So that her wishes could be heard.

Winding back her arm, then throwing it forward with a grunt,

It plopped in the water

And disappeared below the sparkling surface

To darker, deeper depths of the unknown.

She savoured the texture and weight of each one,

Placing all her hopes in the stone, before offering them to

the waves of her wishing well.

Who would have guessed,

That at the foundation of Lake Ontario,

Rested a thousand dreams of one little girl?