Growing Old and Looking Back

What would you change if you could see your future past, today?

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Some days I squint into the future. I look for that point in time when I’m probably alone. My hair is grey and my bed is empty, my lover abandoning our shared plane years before.

And all I can really think about is Am I a writer yet? Have I done what I set out to do with my life?