A guide to future predictions has arrived

Sunday evening.

The transparent terminal on my desk glowed quietly in blue.

What arrived was an economic forecast for tomorrow and beyond, calculated by AI.

The sender is an acquaintance I am connected with on social media.

Outside the window, the silhouette of the city is dyed in the sunset.

On the screen, countless data points and calculated futures are lined up like a perfect map.

Is he, an institutional investor, busy right now?

Or has he entrusted everything to AI-driven automated trading?

An era where we can know the tremors of the future in advance.

A guide that helps us avoid failure and efficiently choose the right answer was supposed to give us a sense of true peace of mind.

The security of being prepared. A signpost to ensure we don't fall behind.

However, as I stare at the light of the smart terminal, a small sense of unease stirs deep in my chest.

Are our days, proceeding exactly as forecasted, truly making us free?

"Precisely because I know the right answer, I become afraid of straying from it."

I realize that such quiet anxiety is hiding right behind that sense of security.

I picked up a cup of warm milk and gently turned the terminal screen face down.

Perhaps true peace of mind is not living according to predictions, but the 'flexibility' to accept an unpredictable tomorrow.

The scenery found on a detour.

The moment we looked at each other and laughed at an unexpected event.

It is the noise and the margins that do not appear in the screen's data that give our hearts a warm, tangible touch.

Even in a highly sophisticated world, no one can truly paint the scenery of tomorrow in advance.

Tucking the perfect forecast into my pocket, I feel the evening breeze before me.

Toward a tomorrow that cannot be predicted, I quietly take a step forward today.

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