:::by jill:::

every day she sees endless possible futures. every choice or word or step or thought could lead her along a different path, towards a different life. the results of these choices seem almost random -- pure chance. luck, even. she knows, in her heart, that the future is real, in any one of its million incarnations and in the whole that encompasses them all. but in practice? she fears that her slightest action will tip the scales against her and begin an unstoppable domino effect that will crush her and all of her hopes and bury the futures of logic she's built underneath the rubble of her random, incosequential mistakes. she is afraid. she avows the future's truth, but she runs from it. she is paralyzed because she cannot control chance. she cannot know what chain of events her actions will begin, no matter how well thought out they are. she argues that the future is real, but will she do anything to make it happen?

not a chance.

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