I always dream about travelling in time. You see, I have always loved travelling but how wonderful would it be to get to know how your world came to be what it is today?

When I was sixteen I tried to look where would I be ten years from then. Five years. Two years. A year. And the vision was always the same: a dark blur. My future was definitely black but I didn't know what it meant. I couldn't help but wonder, does this mean I have no future?

At that time I was certain I wouldn't make it to 18. I was suffering from depression and I wasn't sure I would make it through. But I mean, you all know how this story ends if I'm writing this at 21. I made it through.

I still don't know what to expect about my future and still, every time I try to look forward I see a blur. But at least now it's not a black blur. Though it has colors, I can't really see anything.

I've always dreamt about how would I figure everything out. Would I be strong? Would I be weak? Would I survive or even give up? The question that always hunted me wasn't how would I die but how would I live. Would it ever be enough?

Via: https://writerworldofwords.wordpress.com/2019/08/20/time-machine/?preview=true