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To be cursed with a view of the future. That is torture indeed.
Past is bad enough. But a window into the future!
By the way, what is future?
Stated differently, does future exist.

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Anonymous said…
"...does future exist."

The future exists, but such a short future it is. Time does have an end, and we are living in the end times. I look forward to nothing in the future as far as this world is concerned. My thoughts lie with the afterlife, because that is eternity.
Pradeep VM said…
rain. I get rather philosophical at times. Especially when things aren't too good. And so I asked myself, given the bleak present, what does future hold for me? Of course I have no idea. All I know is, things can't get any better! So it is downhill, all the way. Afterlife. Would you like to add some more on that topic. I would very much like to hear about that.

How are you doing? Planned your vacation yet?
Anonymous said…
Loner, sorry to get back to you so late. My computer crashed a few days ago. I was not a very happy camper.
My vacation is in July. I'm going to take a couple of days vacation before that, though, because I'm getting burned out at work.

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