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I am taken through such a joyous and it brings me to tears, all when I remember something that I see fifty years from now.
Does anyone else see the future? I don't mean like actual events but scenes, of what your life is gonna be like. Does anyone else feel yourself in the future as if it’s the now and you're remembering how you felt yesterday?
In the true present I'll get so worked and tired and drained that the feeling of being much older is so real I "remember" looking at myself in the mirror and seeing saggy skin, and wrinkles, whitening grey hairs, and white stubble on my unshaven cheeks. I hear the croaking of and old me talking in an everyday casual tone with an old friend. She still has some brown in her white and grey streaked hair. And I can walk into the other room slowly with my shaky knees and see the still sexy kink in her hair. She's poppin some pills for her arthritis cause she doesn't want to stop halfway through playing her violin. And I was in the bathroom washing a little pain off my hands, and giving them a break cause it hurts to hold a brush for more than ten minutes.
I see and experience all this like a memory. And it is one of a few that truly remind me of my love for her. I can see our friends if I try. Some family too. But we're in our seventies and looking back on most of our family, cause we're further down the road of life then they are.
Yes, I shed tears of immense happiness when I remember that scene that'll happen some fifty years from now. I look back on it and feel the love that holds people lives together for decades at a time.
Does anyone else see the future? I don't mean like actual events but scenes, of what your life is gonna be like. Does anyone else feel yourself in the future as if it’s the now and you're remembering how you felt yesterday?
In the true present I'll get so worked and tired and drained that the feeling of being much older is so real I "remember" looking at myself in the mirror and seeing saggy skin, and wrinkles, whitening grey hairs, and white stubble on my unshaven cheeks. I hear the croaking of and old me talking in an everyday casual tone with an old friend. She still has some brown in her white and grey streaked hair. And I can walk into the other room slowly with my shaky knees and see the still sexy kink in her hair. She's poppin some pills for her arthritis cause she doesn't want to stop halfway through playing her violin. And I was in the bathroom washing a little pain off my hands, and giving them a break cause it hurts to hold a brush for more than ten minutes.
I see and experience all this like a memory. And it is one of a few that truly remind me of my love for her. I can see our friends if I try. Some family too. But we're in our seventies and looking back on most of our family, cause we're further down the road of life then they are.
Yes, I shed tears of immense happiness when I remember that scene that'll happen some fifty years from now. I look back on it and feel the love that holds people lives together for decades at a time.