I Can’t See the Future

As I watch over the cliff sides, I know luck can't always be there for me. I can't complain, for I've made it this far, but at any moment it really could end. Until the last few days, I never realized that my future could literally not be there. All of the experiences and memories that would come from so many years, gone. It doesn't seem fair.

The waves grow bigger from every passing day, but people enjoy them nevertheless. Should I be watching from the safety of the seashore, or play along? Someone I know could get hurt, but how could I keep my eyes on everyone? At these moments, I forget about myself. I would rather be hurt then someone else, after all. I can cope with the pain, but I can't sit still knowing that someone else took it.

 With wind blowing at incredible speeds, I'll sit in the front of the boat. Why not? I guess it's nice to know that everyone behind you is safe. But then again, if I think about the future. What if I took a hit that really mattered for someone. A hit that really mattered to me. I know this will happen eventually. It must. The question is, will I be ready to say goodbye?