Joann would like to be an astronaut. Or a dancer. Or then again a doctor or an actress or inventor. A politician or a moralist or a visionary. Every possibility is a jewel, and in her fantasy she treasures them all.
The problem is, when you decide who you are—sink effort, time and talent into a single destination—then every other crystal ball will shatter. And that’s a lot of worlds to destroy, all at once. Before you’re old enough to know whether you are foolish or wise.
Give me more time, she whispers, gazing into yet another future.
By Fiona M. Jones