{"id":2463,"date":"2018-02-21T11:20:20","date_gmt":"2018-02-21T17:20:20","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/blog.msabrookhaven.org\/literary\/?p=2463"},"modified":"2018-02-21T11:20:20","modified_gmt":"2018-02-21T17:20:20","slug":"future","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/blog.msabrookhaven.org\/literary\/2018\/02\/21\/future\/","title":{"rendered":"future"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>the future has always scared me.<\/p>\n<p>I always thought I&#8217;d never live to see 16, and my friends and family wouldn&#8217;t really care that I was gone.<\/p>\n<p>that I would just be the kid that faded away at age 13 that no one really cared all that much about because I was &#8220;weird.&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>I thought if I did have a future, it would consist of a crappy job that I hate, forever stuck in the small town I grew up in and always despised, being criticized by the members of my family that I never saw about the tattoo I got last week or how my hair is now.<\/p>\n<p>I thought my future would be terrible.<\/p>\n<p>that it would be the type of future everyone deliberately tries to avoid for themselves.<\/p>\n<p>I knew my writing would go nowhere, regardless of how much I love it or how hard I tried to make it become something.<\/p>\n<p>it would always be doomed, and I would never be able to stray from the path I was placed on at birth.<\/p>\n<p>but now, I know differently.<\/p>\n<p>and it&#8217;s still utterly terrifying.<\/p>\n<p>the unknown scares me, and my future is exactly that &#8211; unknown.<\/p>\n<p>I&#8217;ve always been relatively good at math and thinking logically and solving problems and searching among chaos for something specific, but this is one that I cannot solve.<\/p>\n<p>I can&#8217;t combine the numbers right or find the piece or the specific thing that I need.<\/p>\n<p>the future is something I cannot see.<\/p>\n<p>I could end up flipping burgers at mcdonald&#8217;s when I&#8217;m 30 or a writer before I hit 25, my dream career.<\/p>\n<p>living in a decent apartment or moving back in with my parents by the time I finish college &#8211; assuming I even get into one and complete it, that is.<\/p>\n<p>which brings the question: college dropout or graduate?<\/p>\n<p>working in the field of creative writing or putting together terrible poems in the room I sleep in now at my parents&#8217; houses and waking up at 3 p.m. to go to work with rude people and an ice cream machine that&#8217;s always broken?<\/p>\n<p>all alone or able to surround myself with a few close friends and those I care for when I need them and even when I don&#8217;t?<\/p>\n<p>am I doomed to wander back to that path, or will I remain off of it for the remainder of my life?<\/p>\n<p>how many people will come and go?<\/p>\n<p>will any remain five years from now?<\/p>\n<p>will I?<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>the future has always scared me. I always thought I&#8217;d never live to see 16, and my friends and family wouldn&#8217;t really care that I was gone. that I would just be the kid that faded away at age 13 that no one really cared all that much about because I was &#8220;weird.&#8221; I thought &hellip; <a href=\"https:\/\/blog.msabrookhaven.org\/literary\/2018\/02\/21\/future\/\" class=\"more-link\">Continue reading<span class=\"screen-reader-text\"> &#8220;future&#8221;<\/span><\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":20,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[4],"tags":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/blog.msabrookhaven.org\/literary\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/2463"}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/blog.msabrookhaven.org\/literary\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/blog.msabrookhaven.org\/literary\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/blog.msabrookhaven.org\/literary\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/20"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/blog.msabrookhaven.org\/literary\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=2463"}],"version-history":[{"count":5,"href":"https:\/\/blog.msabrookhaven.org\/literary\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/2463\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":2600,"href":"https:\/\/blog.msabrookhaven.org\/literary\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/2463\/revisions\/2600"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/blog.msabrookhaven.org\/literary\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=2463"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/blog.msabrookhaven.org\/literary\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=2463"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/blog.msabrookhaven.org\/literary\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=2463"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}