Advantage of Foresight


Writing Prompt: You’ve been granted the power to predict the future! The catch — each time you use your power, it costs you one day (as in, you’ll live one day less). How would you use this power, it at all?

Even if there wasn’t a catch this would be a power that I wouldn’t use. On first thought I said, “yeah, that would be great” but the fact that days off my life would taken from my life is jarring, especially as a chronically ill person who fills like her days have diminished due to illness… the unknown days that I have (although not always good days) are precious to me.

Now back to the question at hand. I am a nosey person… If I had this power without consequences I would use it all the time, I would want to see if I would ever be healthy, would I ever find my “soul mate”, then it would get to the point where I would get impatient with TV shows and want to see the next episode… by using this power would constantly be looking into the future and totally ignoring my present. I could go on and on… but honestly Margaret Atwood says it better than me,

“If you knew what was going to happen, if you knew everything that was going to happen next—if you knew in advance the consequences of your own actions—you’d be doomed. You’d be ruined as God. You’d be a stone. You’d never eat or drink or laugh or get out of bed in the morning. You’d never love anyone, ever again. You’d never dare to.”
― Margaret Atwood, The Blind Assassin


Until Next Time….

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