I think that what will be depends on what i do now. Of what kind of a person i am now. The future seems to be the story that finds you in a certain way, a certain mood. Perhaps i could prepare myself better if i were to gather informations. I would at some point thtrow all my small wishes like a hat, these fluffs that darken my sight. But i wish for wonders and not certainties. To live is to me like creating time, little parts of you dying, but adding up to what there already is.