Be Your Future Self Now Novels & Stories

I murmur to myself and take out my phone to dial 911. Just then, another anonymous text arrives. "Don't call the police or try to escape! Go to the bank tomorrow as planned." What's my future self up to in hell? Does she want me to do nothing and await my death? Since my future self knows I will die if I go to the bank tomorrow, why does she insist that I must go there? Could it be because I've by accident altered the future by discovering Nick's body? Although uncertain of the reasons, I decide to trust my future self.

I truthfully explained to her. “That’s very good. It was right of you to let everything out. Because the more you keep it inside of you, the more it eat you up.” Grace explained and then went on; “From what you told me, I noticed that you are dealing with self blame and fear of the future. I want to tell you this, it’s not your fault that you pass through all this. Nobody deserves to have such an experience but I want you to take it as a test of life. For as long as there's life troubles will always come our way and the best way to overcome it is by not giving it the opportunity to have control over you. Secondly, you have to stop allowing what happen in the past to affect your future. Just

Will become purpose instead of burden. You're going to be okay. Better than okay. You're going to be extraordinary. I know you don't believe me. Know you think I'm writing fiction to make you feel better. But I'm you. Three years older. Three years stronger. Three years healed. And I'm telling you the truth. Hold on. Just hold on. Harper's almost there. And everything, everything gets better from here. With love and understanding and the knowledge that you make it through, Your Future Self

Future me places a kiss on Osiris's cheek. “If I can save the colony, it will be worth it,” I tell Osiris. Before Osiris can stop me, I am running to the middle of the town square. My future self is so close that I can reach out and touch her. “I know you are here,” future me says to know one. “I think you can help me.” I look over my shoulders for anyone I might be talking to, but there is only me. “Are you talking to me?” I ask aloud, but my voice fades into nothing as it leaves my throat.

I understood his way of thinking but how do I proceed forward from here? “Simple. What you need to do is focus on what is best for you and your future. Be smart and start thinking about yourself more. Choose what is in your present that you think will lead you to the best future possible. The past doesn’t need to influence our present and future, we can choose not to let it intervene. This is my answer for you. However, this doesn’t need to be your answer,” Edward said with conviction as he lightly patted the top of my head.

She added when she noticed I wasn't really convinced. I stayed silent to process it. It wasn't fine, but there's nothing I can do about that now. If there's anything life has taught me, it's that you can't look backward. You can only go forwards and only forwards. That last five years had really solidified that in every fiber of her being. I resolved right there and then that although I couldn't do anything about the past, I could very damn well do something about the present and change the future. I didn't come back to New York the same way I was. My mind flashed back to something my mentor used to say.

Not the heightened want of money, but with self-playing the right role. Today you are diseased. Won’t you care for self? Won’t you serve self-safety from death that too is not far from disease? Come build up self. You safe self-more. For tomorrow should come even for you. You be the greatness of every role, the winner of goal, the joys enrolled.

I was already getting emotional as a little pull of tears threatened to fall off from my eyes. "What future? Future is an event that's yet to happen, so leave the future for itself, When it comes. If the future comes, then we’ll fix anything that could go wrong, okay? So don’t use some silly words to make me look like a fool over here," Caspian responded, slightly cutting into what I was saying, his voice rising high and aggressively as he continued yelling at me uncontrollably.

Maya's eyes widened as she realized the truth. "You're not just a part of me," she said, her voice barely above a whisper. "You're my future self." The woman smiled, her eyes shining with approval. "Yes," she said. "I am your future self. And I have come to guide you on your journey." As Maya's future self spoke, the landscape around them began to shift and change. The glowing plants and animals grew brighter, and the air was filled with a sweet, musical hum. Maya's future self reached out and took her hand, leading her through the ever-changing landscape.

I waited for him to explain what he meant. “You remember it.” He pointed out and I nodded. Well, obviously. “I do,” I said. Because it was literally today. “But you aren’t still living it.” I frowned. “Memories don’t disappear simply because life continues.” The words settled inside me and I tried to understand what he was trying to say. “You aren’t betraying your past.” He looked ahead again. “You’re just allowing yourself to have a future. Your past experiences are what make you YOU.” For a long moment…