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Would You Like To Know About the Future

Who wouldn't?  You would know all the outcomes of what you were going to do.  Personally, anxiety wouldn't be much of an issue anymore.  I would already know what was going to happen.  No need to worry about what was going to happen.

But I understand the downsides of knowing the future.  Life would be predictable.  You would just be going through the motions.  It's like going to a movie or watching a sports event when you already know everything that happens because someone spoiled it for you.

It's really a toss up.  If it was selective it would be much easier to make the decision.  I would like to know if I'm going to be alone for the rest of my life.  Me worrying too much about what would happen if I told a girl I liked her or if I just wanted to ask her out would not be an issue if I knew what was going to happen.  It would take it out of my head just thinking it knows what will happen (99.9% negative results) and would actually be fact.

But would I want to know every little detail about my life?  No.  Sometimes surprises are fun.  I would also probably try and change things and probably make it worse.  Or depending on how it worked, maybe actually caused what happened in the future to happen because I tried to change something.

Maybe the one other thing that I would like to know is when I was going to die.  On one hand it would be depressing to know the exact time and reason why you die.  But it would also allow me to know how much time I had left and react accordingly.  Again that could cause the death to begin with.

I guess it all comes down to the rules.  But since it would never happen, the rules don't matter.  Life goes on.  Unknown.  Waiting to be discovered.

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