Looking into the Future

In his day-to-day life in a small southwest town, he made a choice. Not all choices will have visible results. But he saw it. That night when the silver-blue mist spread in front of his eyes, he knew for the first time that the future would look back at you. From then on, every time we looked at him, he was being changed. The things I saw became farther and farther away, and the weight on my shoulders became heavier and heavier. There is no shortcut between a person and the future, he can only stand up straight, look at it, and then catch it.