Somewhere in my life, I began to believe that being popular or the life of the party wasn't all it was cracked up to be. When I had what I call my awakening, I discovered just how many friends I had. Once the booze quit flowing at my expense, the friends disappeared into the night, and aside from my family, I was alone. Being alone gave me time to think about my writing, and I found myself doing more and more, honing my skills at storytelling and digging deeper into my mind to discover my limits, if any. I wasn't alone as my characters became my friends, each unique in their own ways and never judging me but challenging me with every sentence.
The better part of my life has passed me by, but age is only a number that gives me a chance to prove to myself that I not only lived a life that needed change but was destined to do it for reasons I can honestly say were spiritual and often mind-blowing. I can't count the times after reading what I had written, I sat wondering where that came from. It was as if the hands of the angels were guiding my hand as I wrote. One day, when my ashes are scattered into the vastness of the ocean and the white birch trees of the forest, I will have my questions answered, and my writing will be read as tears flow down the faces of all who took the time to understand my words.
Mike 2024
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