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The Future
It is hard for one to imagine what there is beyond the sunrise. Tomorrow? Maybe a coffee, and a Bagel, maybe an omelet? Mix it. As the white swirls into black and the sugar dissolves you begin to realize that these dreams, these ambitions, these tomorrows, are nothing of the sort, they are today. Today is the day dreams are made, innovations established and inventions realized. Today is my future.
Its been two years since I moved to the island and I don't believe i am looking to move. Opportunities arrive with hope in tow, the difficulties aside acceptance, both in a balance, on the boat I float. There is a gulf stream here, the current not the jet, and it carries me. And with it's help my days, my today's, bring potential, and in that there is nothing more I could ask for.