Staten Island — Midland Beach
I often wonder what the future holds for me? Reminiscing about the life markers of my past. And how these markers help define a future. That is still very much in doubt.
Or is my future so foreign to me?
Am I thinking theological determinism? As I stroll through moments of déjà vu. Are all of my life’s choices already neatly laid out for me? Each simply but patiently waiting to be engaged?