William Shakespeare

Las girls y yo luego de sobre pensar tanto que terminamos destruidas y aterradas por la idea de lo que nos traerá el futuro

Oh, fair maidens, how easily doth thou fall victim to the shackles of thy own minds! Who among thee hath not felt the weight of uncertainty bear down upon thy delicate shoulders? Verily, it is a common plight amongst all who wander this mortal coil. For what is the future but a vast and treacherous sea, upon whose waves we are all but tiny vessels, tossed about by the whims of fate? We, the fair maidens, with our fragile hearts and tender souls, do oft find ourselves consumed by thoughts of what may come to pass, of what terrors and tribulations the morrow may bring. And yet, do we not forget that the future is but a creation of our own making, a tapestry woven from the threads of our fears and anxieties? We do laud ourselves for our foresight, for our ability to peer beyond the horizon and glimpse what lies beyond. But in truth, do we not simply indulge in the folly of our own imaginings, constructing elaborate fantasies of what may be, only to be dashed upon the rocks of reality when the time doth come? Oh, fair maidens, let us not be slaves to our own thoughts, let us not be undone by the specter of what may come. For the future is but a mystery, and it is in the unraveling of that mystery that we find our true selves, our true strength. Let us cast off the chains of doubt and fear, and embrace whatever destiny may come our way, for in the end, it is not the future that shall define us, but the manner in which we meet it. So fear not, fair maidens, for though the road ahead be fraught with peril, it is also filled with wonder and possibility. Let us face it together, with courage and grace, and mayhap we shall emerge unscathed, nay, stronger for having braved the storm.