There was a time when you loved me for all my idiosyncrasies. I don’t ever remember telling you I would lose them as I aged; and yet, it appears you expect me to do just that.
I was sentimental when we first met – that hasn’t changed either; yet you don’t seem to resent this quality as much, in me. I wonder why that is? Can you explain to me why some things must change, while you are content for other things to remain as they are?
My morals, ethics, beliefs, and what-have-you, these have gone unscathed – in spite of some tenuous circumstances – but these, these you embrace. Future, how do you decide…how do you choose what must be altered in my life?
In your hands I have entrusted my heart and soul; but often, I find myself questioning your abilities. I know I shouldn’t tell you that. I have seen you can be rather resentful; and at the risk of being offensive, a little vindictive sometimes. You can’t always have your own way you know. Don’t pout.
It is natural to rebel occasionally against expectation. You shouldn’t act like this is such a crime. You take everything so personally. Haven’t you heard the saying, you can lead a horse to water – but you can’t make him drink? I believe there’s a little wisdom in that message for you.
I can’t say with certainty who I will be five years, ten years, from now. Nor do I believe that you have me all figured out either. I’d ask you to remember that I am only me, and as such, subject to errors. Perhaps you could back off just a little and allow me some time for reflection and exploration. You have to have some faith in me. Please.
I know you’re anxious for me to get on with things, but there are times when living as the present is enough. To be who I am at this moment is enough. That is known as contentment, dear Future.
Don’t ask me to change.
Accept me as I am.