by The Urban Blabbermouth
An intern in my office remarked, “I wonder what my life will be like.” I don’t know if the intern realized it but she wants the ability to know the future.
What she really means is, “…tell me all the good things that will happen to me in the future.” Yes, she wants to hear that she will be offered a job that gets her to the CEO position, then she will leave there to start a new company that creates a product that saves lives and changes the world. Tell her that her husband will be handsome, smart, kind, love only her, and will never look at another woman, ever. Tell her that her children will be well behaved geniuses.
She also means, “…tell me all the awful things that will happen to me so that I can change it.” By sheer coincidence, her next boss is an ungrateful terror but she saves his job when she comes up with a brilliant idea for a product. Her boss now loves her and promotes her. Plus, she is getting mugged and this hottie man rescues her. They fall in love, marry, and live happily ever after.
I am sure she did not mean that she wants to know the really awful things. Tomorrow, you will die.
But you know, life is not so simple. Life gets complicated. Let’s say that she ends up married to a wealthy man and has fifteen children, one per year for the next fifteen years. Is that good or bad? I don’t know. How about this: she leaves home, gets run over by a bus, but she has the winning lottery ticket in her pocket.
Perhaps she should have wanted something far simpler, like to read people’s minds.