My Trust in the Future is Dead

But my hope for it is still alive

Unfiltered photo of an orange sky in San Fransico from wildfires. Photo by Thom Milkovic on Unsplash

My mom glanced at me from the driver’s seat, “You really aren’t confident in the future — or trust that everything will be okay…eventually?”

“Nope,” I answered, rolling my head lazily to look at her, “but I hope it will be.”

“Huh,” is all she said, then fell silent for a moment. We were cruising on the…