What is certain can only be what has been and what is now.
As for, what will, is doomed to stay unclear and undefined.
And as frightening as it can be, it also feels exciting and atrociously beautiful.
Not knowing what’s to come when the story has been written somewhere in the heavens.
Never an end, always in chase for what’s next.
Never on time, always ahead of the rest yet so close to the quest.
Making every step an endless introspection of the self.
Or I am condemned of a life of regret and daydreaming as they were no higher prospect.
Photography by NHB