It’s scary how life goes by so quickly. Even though I still feel like I’m in my 20s, that’s just not the case. More than ever I feel like I have to use my time wisely, and really make careful decisions in order to be satisfied with myself. I want to look back one day and be able to truthfully say that I gave everything I had.
No one can do it all. The time is just not always there to work on what I know needs to be done. Sometimes my mind races or the motivation is just not where it should be, and I refuse to do anything if I believe my head is not in it. That kind of way never produces the right results.
I’m a writer. I don’t write every day, and sometimes my work might not be so spectacular, but that’s what I am. Like it or not. I am a storyteller and I have a sensitive soul. I can’t always portray what I want in words, but I become so excited when I have finished writing something that I feel might move someone. It’s just not possible for me to hold inside all I feel.
I’ll finish a short story every once in a while. I’ll write an article for the paper or something on social media, but none of it really means anything unless someone cares about it. We are all here to make connections, to get across in some way to others what we have deep inside. We are here to show each other who we really are, good and bad.
Most of my life I have kept pretty much to myself, besides those few that I have been able to fight through my nervous ways and force some sort of a connection. But through writing I can explore all that I am without holding anything back. I can place myself in a world beyond the one I know, and play with reality. I can open doors that were forever locked and make connections with anyone of my choosing. I can show in words what I truly believe, that nothing is unreachable. I can live forever.
I hope that by the end of my life, I will have made a difference in the real world, too.
Toward the Unknown 