The fog was life, right before my very eyes. Sometimes it would be so thick that I couldn't see an oncoming vehicle if I tried; just like the very life I'm living now. I can't see far into the future that isn't just me planning my next few actions or days.
Then the fog would clear, momentarily, and I could see the road that lies ahead. But only for a split second, because life doesn't want us to know what we're going to be doing in the long run. We'll get those occasional glimpses to motivate us to get there, but not much more than that.
"You'll get there when you get there," the fog whispers from above, "don't get too ahead of yourself or you'll miss what's right in front of you."
