What will become of me?

I often wonder where I'll be next month.

What will the very near future have in store for me?
Will there be success?
Satisfaction?
Fullfillment?
Resolution?
Releif?

Will there be failure?
Despair?
Frantic scraping?
The hatching of new plans?
Further uncertainty?

Will my life take a turn for the better?
If it doesn't, am I prepared to deal with those circumstances?

Can my heart take this kind of anxiety?
Does it have a choice?