The Turn

So much of life is spent shuffling and re-shuffling the few cards dealt you. Odds are furiously calculated. Every hope is place on that next revelation: the flop. the river. the showdown. But in the end, we never know just how good life is till nothing is left faced down on the smooth green felt of our existance. And yet, at some point in the game, you get this feeling that in any other setting could be appropriately called a premonition. The disjointed nature of Gods plans somehow drift together with purpose and your future becomes frighteningly and sometimes even, wonderfully clear: The turn.

When one happens upon the transient lucidity of their very own future focused turn, one can only in vain hope to be left unchanged. There is little else to do but embrace the gift of foresight. And, of course, don't be surprised if you find yourself, while basking in the warm sun spots of this illuminating occasion, unconsciously flossing loose lipped smiles and staring into what only you know to be so much much more than empty space.

Waiting is for wusses. Enjoy life now.