Now I wonder if it means that the future is a place, or like a place, that I could go to; that is go to in some way other
than just getting older.

The choices we’re working with here are a block universe, where past, present and future all coexist simultaneously and everything has already happened; chaos, where anything can happen and nothing can be predicted because we can’t know all the variables; and a Christian universe in which God made everything and it’s all here for a purpose but we have free will anyway.

I am afraid of the future; it seems to be a big box waiting for me.

It’s dark now and I am very tired. I love you, always. Time is nothing.

I am suddenly comsumed by nostalgia for the little girl who was me, who loved the fields and believed in God, who spent winter days home sick from school reading Nancy Drew and sucking menthol cough drops, who could keep a secret.

Don't you think it's better to be extremely happy for a short while, even if you lose it, than to be just okay for your whole life?