Something remembering every day that passes bring home to me is just that - they all pass.
It would be possible to conceive of my life story as turning the pages of the future into the past.
I exist is on the page that is the present.
There are things to face in the future that I would rather avoid. Big things like the deaths of loved ones, smaller ones, like an ordeal I have coming up for work on 19 April.
However, difficult they may be, they will pass. Until the book of my life is closed.
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