Everything is Going to be All Right

There is nothing so paradoxical as the future. Both certain and uncertain, frightening and comforting. It looms somewhat ominously right out of reach. Once you reach you're mid teens it kind of reaches out, grabs you by the arm, and gives you a slow interminiable indian burn. This isn't so painful that you can't block it out, but sometimes something will distract you, or draw you're attention to it and BAM, instant future anxiety.

Fortunately everything is going to be all right.