"So what now?" Austin asks. His head rests on Austin's lap. He strokes his hair gently.
He turns. "I don't know."
In reality, he doesn't. In two years, he has been abandoned to homelessness, established himself as a leader of a student company, won a title at from a national competition, started a blog, moved to college, appeared on live television, fallen in love, started a new internship, and met President Obama.
What comes next?
Who knows. In all honesty, he is asked this question every day. By his mentors, by his supporters, by his friends, and most importantly, by himself.
That's the beautiful thing about the future. No one can predict what comes next. Life. Death. Pain. Suffering. Love. Bliss. Ecstasy. There is an infinite realm of possibilities.
As humans, we are constantly in a state of prediction. Hungry for a glimpse of what comes next. We crave to know what will come tomorrow, and lust to see what the day after will bring. We bleed to ensure that we enjoy the rest of our lives, only to end up the same. Like everyone who passed before us; in wooden coffins, in chains, in sarcophaguses, or bare on the ground- we end up as dirt.
In a life full of endless probabilities, it is easy to forget to live in the present and enjoy what the universe has given now. It is not foolish to look ahead, nor is it unwise to look back. For one to embrace the future, one must learn from the past.
Enjoy the precious moments that come and go.
For now, all he knows is that he is safe, head rested on his lover's lap, enjoying each stroke of his fingers coursing through his hair. The door is partially open, and the cold wind from April's bite fills the apartment with a moment of frost. The string lights sway to the push of the gentle wind, like a mother cradling her baby.
"Right now, my place is here."