Future?

Future is such an odd word. For there is no explanation for the future. It is impossible to know what will happen for sure. Some have guessed more are trying to figure it out by the second but none have succeeded. What is the purpous of the future if you can only guess what it holds. We work toward a goal that we are unsure of . some even fight for a brighter future, but what does that mean. How are they so sure that the future will be bright. They fight for what they believe the out come will be they fight for the idea that was instilled in their heads from their childhood. They were told that their parents were working to craft a future that would be better for them. While in reality the best they ever did was try to project the image of a better tomorrow. That is all the future is a projection to fool us into a better state of mind.

I wonder about dogs

As I sat in my chair I heard the scratching at the door, as I look up I see my dog Kirra looking up at me. Her eyes looking pleadingly through the glass, those eyes tell me more than a million words. Before I get up to let her in I stare at the pleading face and wonder. I wonder what it would be like if I could speak to dogs. I wonder what they would have to say. I finally get up and walk to the door to let her in. as soon as I open the door she comes running in looking up as she darts between the small opening between me and the half opened door. I am amazed at the emotion she can express in just one upward glance.

            Ive always wondered where she gets all of her energy. Once set free she can run for what seems miles. Her four legs although shorter than mine can run ten times as fast sprinting ahead, then returning to make sure im still following then running off again to find some new distraction .

            I wonder what it feels like to be a dog. As I sit at the dinner table eating my carefully cooked meal I wonder what it must be like eating dog food everyday. No wonder they are always begging for food at the dinner table. After school she always comes to the top of the stairs wagging her tail waiting for me to climb to the top before she races into the living room, where she waits for me to come in to jump up and lick my face in happiness. I almost wish I could just stay home from school to just spend the day with my dog. I feel like I have to neglect her for my own life. I have to go to school for six hours every day. And when I get home I have to either sit down and do homework or im off doing something else.

            As I sit writing I look down at her sleeping like a child curled up in front of the fire, content amits the shreads of paper torn from an oj container. Ever since she was a puppy she always had this attraction to bottles and cartons. It never ceases to amaze me what she will do for the last drop of oj at the bottom of the carton. It makes me think about what she must be thinking about at that moment when she can see the last drops at the bottom, she can smell them. I wonder what goes through  her mind at that moment.