Towards the future







Behold.

The unknown expanse stretching,

vaster than the universe.


No bubbling elixirs of life.

Vestibules, light-year distances,

nor glorious civilizations on dusty planets.

Leave those visions for illustrations,

of sci-fi novels, Hollywood, and over-optimistic scientific machinations.

They are nothing, 

but fragments of our daydreams.

Concocted from a latent corner of the hippocampus,

the same place of alchemy’s, telepathy, and astrology’s origin.


What is to happen

lies in the hands of the infinitesimal.

Specks of dust that sleep on the shoulder of life.

The sparkling eyes of a child upon touching the alabaster page of a book,

the cradling hands of a mother bringing her baby for immunizations,

the steaming pots of dinner after a day of hard work.

They are real,

felt and cherished,

Seen, by every single one of us,

while marching:

Towards the Future.



Thumbnail photo: My cousin and I on a basket boat (thúng in Vietnamese), aiming for the ocean in Quang Ngai Province, central Vietnam. The mission was put aside as soon as we realized none of us knew how to use an oar.

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