Prologue.

From birth, we’ve always known.

Our future is something we all learn from birth. Our timelines. We have our deaths determined the day we’re born. We’ve never had any say in the matter, and I doubt we ever will.

Who is “we” you may ask? We are the New Generation. The ones born during the time of LifeLaw, the mammoth corporation that runs the world. LifeLaw is the founder of Timelines.

But let me start from the beginning.

It all began with the understanding of time travel.

It was discovered that time itself was a matter that flowed inside of us, unique to each person. It can be described as the fingerprint of your future, and just like a fingerprint can be recorded and examined, now, so can your future. We call this your Timeline. LifeLaw was the corporation that discovered this, and in time made it to where all people have their Timelines Ruled out the day they’re born.

It soon became a law for each citizen to be Ruled, to prevent the existence of those who would be destructive to society. To prevent the existence of monsters who once lived on the earth, the ones who started wars and stole the gift of life.

Now, now. I’m getting ahead of myself. I believe it’s time for a proper introduction. My name is Amrah, I am 17 years old from Sparks, Nevada, and my future is to die the day I turn 18.

Destiny.

As you might have guessed, I’m writing this “monologue” as one might call it, because I turn 18 tomorrow.

I’ve never been one to fear the outcome of their future, but I’ve always doubted that I will die tomorrow, as irrational as the thought is. At exactly 3:05 in the morning, the clothes dryer will malfunction, and a fire will start. I will suffocate before I even realize it’s happening. And yet, some small part of me whispers the faulty notion that I wake up tomorrow morning in perfect health,

That I will get my little sister up and get her ready for school,

That I will get ready for my graduation pictures,

That I will continue on breathing in the air of existence.

Nonetheless, the voice of reason never fails to remind me of the grim truth: My future is set in stone, and there is nothing I can do to avoid it.

But if I had the mere chance- If I could outrun the path of fate that chokes the life of everyone alive today, would I want to? Would I wish to escape from the contentment of understanding, and live in fear of the unknown? There is so much I don’t know, and so much I’ll never get the chance to learn; so much left for me to do, yet so little time.

But like I said, I’m not afraid. I’m frustrated. We may be able to know our future, but who ever said we can’t change it. Why must we be helpless, left in the hands of fate with out any way for us to grasp destiny for ourselves, and mold it to our will.

I know my words may seem like cries into some empty space where they will never be heard nor understood, but if these are my last moments on the wonderous planet that I have called home for so many years of my life, I want them to have meaning.

I want others to read what I’ve written, and I want them to think.

Really think.

What is the fingerprint in which you will leave on the world?

Fossil.

The question that has plagued me for weeks and weeks is the following: Have I had any impact?

Has my life left a permanent mark on the world? And if so, was it a positive one? Have I influenced others for good? Have I left something to be remembered by?

Will I leave a fossil of good intentions to be preserved by future entities for all time, never to be forgotten?

I have an overabundance questions, and I will never have any answers.

So, for anyone reading this, I don’t have the time nor opportunity to find the answers of these musings, so I beg one thing of you.

Answer them for me.

If you have the blessing of time, use it to the fullest. Leave your own fossil of good intentions on the world for them to remember for all time. Grace the world with every word that flows from your mouth, every movement you make, and every step you take on that long path of fate that leads you to the finish line.

Leave something to preserve, something to admire.

I may not have been able to give as much as I wanted to the world, but I am giving my fullest with my words on this page.

A final act, before I sink into that sweet sleep. 

Conclusion. 

At the end of the day, this are all the meditations of a person with a burst of wisdom that has come too late in the course of their life.

But I am content in the knowledge that I led a joyful life. My impact may not have been large, but I made others smile,

I made them laugh,

I taught my sister how to ride a bike,

I helped a girl in my class prepare for a test she was struggling with,

I opened the door for a lady at the store,

I did little things, small acts of kindness for others, and that’s what matters.

Who knows, maybe I will wake up tomorrow morning, I’ll wake up and update this blog for the rest of you to read. Maybe I have erased my foretold future from existence, like removing the fingerprint from your fingers. Maybe I have grasped fate, and I can now shape it to my desire.

Even if such a thing does not happen, at least I never gave up hope. Hope is the only thing we can control in our lives.

So hold tight to it, never let it go. And maybe, just maybe you’ll best fate. Maybe I will too.

But for know, I think I’ll head to sleep. Who knows, maybe hope will win.

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