Tarot Cards

"Hey darlin', you want me to tell you your future"?

She was sitting outside the subway and looked like she could use the cash.
I was in a hurry. I politely declined.

No ma'am.

What if you told me I would end up marrying a bald guy, and so I only dated bald guys, and I passed up my future because he had a full head of hair?

What if you told me I would be a millionaire and so I sat back and waited for that to happen, and ended up poor and homeless?

What if you told me that I would have success in my chosen career path and so I set my sights on that, but my true calling never got discovered?

Whether or not I believe in crystal balls, or palm readings, or tarot cards or tea leaves, I don't want to know my future.

I thought I did. But what if I knew all the bad times I would be going through and then tried to avoid them? I might not be the strong person that they made me.

What if I knew all the people that would end up hurting me, and so I chose to never meet them, and then never learned all the wonderful things they taught me?

What if I missed so many good opportunities because I believed the words of a woman of flesh and blood?

I don't know the future and I don't want to. And I'm okay with that.

No thanks, lady, my money is better spent elsewhere.