Next

This word stays with me. I agree this is also the name of a pretty bad Nicolas Cage movie, but this word fascinates me. Because, it is the reason why we live. It gives us hope that something good will happen. Like, in my case, my next job, or in a kid’s case his or her next toy, the next laptop in a youngster’s case.

This term, next, keeps us going on. Keeps us guessing. We always wonder, what’s next, don’t we. I dedicate the most personal story I ever wrote, to this word. It talks about the next phase in the life of a married couple enduring a boring life.

This word holds a strange corner in my heart, and is not ready to let go, because I have no idea what’s next. I just hope that I’ll be fine someday. I don’t have a point, because whatever I wanted has bit the mud. My friends could make their next short film but I couldn’t. I couldn’t gather people together. The only thing I could gather is a laptop and a blog. Such is the life of a coward that not much is left to look up to.

It is strange how things change, and I realize how.