I wish I could predict the future. I guess you could say that would be the superpower I would want if someone had posed me such a clichéd question.

But is it really a superpower? Isn’t a superpower something no mortal can have? Are there not people who can? Or is it all an extended case of a time traveler’s déjà vu?

I digress.

I wish I could predict the future. I wish I could tell you what I want to, or will do with my life. I think it would make getting there far easier, knowing the direction and turns I should be making.

I wish I could predict the future. You often wish you could keep people in your life, but know deep inside that they always have the chance, the easiest opening, to leave your in their pounding wake. If only I could save myself from the pain of their departure by being aware of who will stay.

I wish I could predict the future. I wish I could see my faults and strive to change. I could work out harder, go for my master’s, or have children later.

I desperately wish I could predict the future. I so wish I could have control. My life is constantly a power struggle with myself and a struggle for control within my own life and my own madness. Lord, all I ask is the power to rein myself in and contain the crazy. I want to know that I can be in control of my future and my life.

I’m glad I can’t predict the future. I’m glad that I can’t corrupt myself with the mistrust and doubt of not getting to know someone purely because I might get hurt. I’m so lucky that I get the chance to stumble through life unaware and able to make the mistakes that will mold who I will inevitably be.

I’m grateful to be ignorant to my future faults and always being able to challenge myself. I’m thankful to be influenced by others and my own brand of silly and be humbled by the fact that I’m not the only one with control over myself.

I’m blessed to be me, to be confused, and to be blissfully lost in my own world.