…..the future was a mystery to her.…..clueless……unmapped……an amorphous thing swathed in uncertainty and oftentimes fear. She felt much more comfortable looking back to the past, an entity she knew well and the one place she could easily connect to emotionally. She didn’t like uncertainty, didn’t like it at all–was terrified of it actually–and she surely didn’t appreciate the feelings of helplessness and despair it engendered deep within her breast. Therefore she made a habit of hiding from the future, of averting her gaze from anything beyond the moment at hand, and she likened her situation to a tiny vessel navigating through a pitch-black, stormy ocean with nary a compass to offer her guidance, let alone more sophisticated navigational devices…..
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