The future always finds us. It finds us without hesitation, effort or probable cause... Tormenting us relentlessly with small pokes and large prods. And there's no way to outrun it or ability to hide... Unless time chooses to take you... Or you decide to die.
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Sweet mother of everything that is mesmerizing!!! I absolutely love this one! The ending is simply perfect… 🙏❤️🙏
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Thank you so much!!!! 🙂
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Powerful stuff!
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Thank you!!
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👏👏👏✍️ …when the future finds us then it becomes the past⏳🌹
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🤯 Now I’ll be pondering that statement all week 🙂
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Please don’t look for some deep thought in it. It’s just physics. From the principle of our ability to react, we always only react to the past… Even if it is only 1 millisecond old. So when you read this, you will travel to my past😘⏳🌹
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🤯🤯 There you go again 🙂
Three more days pondering that one too 😂
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