My Future Self Mga Nobela at Kwento

I kept my mouth shut earlier because I didn’t want to hurt him when he had just revealed the vulnerable side of his life. But, I couldn’t delay telling him what I felt or thought anymore. “ You said you trust me. ” His jaw gritted. “ I trust you. ” I nodded. “ Right now, I do. But I don’t trust your future self. I don’t trust the man you will be in maybe 5 years or 10 years. I have realized nothing is permanent, Izer. And I need to learn to be on my own, deal with my problems on my own because maybe someday, I will have to do it alone. I don’t want to be in the vicious cycle of always relying on other people and begging them for everything. I don’t want you to solve my problems, fight my bat

Did I die somewhere in the construction area? I brushed off all the questions. I may have the spirit of my 55-year-old body, but since I was in my 18-year-old body, I have duties and obligations to fulfill. I got up and checked today's schedule. I may not be as busy as my old self, but I was used to writing everything down. I only have one class today, Economics, and then I'd be free this afternoon. I wondered about Jane's plans. I have to be careful of my decisions from now on, so I won't affect other people's timelines. I guess it was easier if I would have just ridden a time machine and gone back in this year. I would just have to meet my younger self and tell her what happened in my futu

Now I wonder… if I told my exuberant self of four years ago about what would happen later in the school, would I still be so eager to attend it? I rang it like a bell for my parents then. ‘New Savors College means everything to me.’ ‘If I don’t go to New Savors College, I’ll die.’ ‘New Savors College.’ ‘New Savors College.’ ‘New Savors College.’ Now it’s just a chapter—one that I have to close eventually. I take in a huge breath, then let it out slowly. For the first time, I’m actually convinced that my future isn’t tied to my past, and I’m ready to move on.

For whoever I might become now that I'd finally stepped out of the shadows of my past. Whatever came next with Levi, with my career, with the pieces of myself I was still reclaiming— I would face it standing on the foundation I'd built today. Piece by careful piece. My blueprint. My future and I hope Jace is ready to watch it.

"I don't know where I will be in the next few years, I might be dead." I ran my hands through my hair frustratedly. "I don't know and I don't want to know. What matters to me is the present and not the future. I have a lot of problems that I need to tackle and thinking about my future and where I would be is a hassle that I don't want to take part in" The car driver bobbed his head slowly. "I understand where you are coming from, miss, but the things that we envision about ourselves in the future give us the strength to tackle the problems in the present, "

Andrea stated “Let’s just see if it’s the same as what they saw. I know it sounds like subconscious creation but I read about people who can see the future through dreams, so I don’t know. Let’s wait and see then.” Their other sibling didn’t join their chit-chat, he was listening to their conversation only. Without any reaction or comment, he’s looking at Andrea like he’s examining her. “Why are you looking at me like that?”, Andrea asked. “You’re gifted”, he said plainly. He got up from sitting and went inside the room of their parents. Andrea and her sister followed him inside.

Good night future self! ******************************************************* January 11, 2004, Dear future self, Haystt! Luther was really annoying! Our new neighbor! He thinks like he’s so rich though I am even richer than him! I was going to buy him a candy for free but he still doesn't want to. Haysst !! But even though he's annoying, he's cute when he gets angry. He acts ike a child, haha. I will tame that tiger and he will become my pet! Goodnight future self!

Burning curiosity operated my fingers and I began to read it: I heard that you were hunting for me (laughing emoji). Don’t worry, Raina, I am coming to see you soon. By the way, it's your girl Snow. But I'm not the one that's been time-traveling. I'm the one who has a message for you from my future self (grinning, squinting face). Talk to you later. I was stunned. My breath caught in my throat from the rising anxiety and jitters flared to life. -

I said, with my eyes still closed. “I am merely a fortune-teller, and can only see the freckles of the future. I cannot guide you, or influence your future. You're the one who has to do it yourself.” “But if you see it, then you can change it. You can do something about it.” I said desperately. I'd come here with the hopes of her doing something that would help me. What was she saying again? “No. You're the one who would do something about it.” “Me?” If that was it, then no problem. I would do it. After all, it was what mattered most to me, “So… what is my future like?” I asked, brushing my hair away with my free hand. “Full of blood. You will be killed… here.”

I whispered to the quiet, softly: “I’m capable. I’m strong. I’m learning. I’m rebuilding. And I can handle the storms that come with it.” For the first time, I wasn’t defined by my past. I was shaping my future. And that future — whatever it held — would be mine.