it’s strange how you can become nostalgic for something that never existed.

the future apartment. future girlfriend. future company. future version of yourself. you can almost remember it.

and that’s exactly the problem.

because then reality arrives and it’s different. not necessarily worse, just different. but you compare something real, messy and surprising with something that had unlimited budget inside your head.

of course imagination wins.

maybe some futures are better left blurry. walk toward them, but don’t remember them before they happen.

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