Rewind time

 In a world devoid of respect, I want to rewind time. I'll keep growing a salt-and-pepper beard and let my hair grow until I'm unrecognizable.

Whether on a boat sailing the oceans or in a cabin in the forest among creatures, I seek freedom and connection with nature. I pursue new tattoos as expressions of my journey and keep the memory of my Harley alive.

I'll give my eyes and ears a break from world news, which seems harder and harder to believe. Aren't they capable of showing you what they want you to believe with AI? Of course they are.

I'll close all social accounts and sites, leaving behind a very small footprint. Only a very limited number of people will have to find me. Some will call me unhinged, and I suppose there's truth in that. Being 72 years old has allowed me to feel and remember countless changes in this world. Watching as a simple life with faith in God and Country has become something forgotten in a history lesson, and the previous chapter has no dust.

I will meditate and pray for inner peace, something that tiptoed away from me but wants to return. I will sit by a river and watch the tall weeds sway to the music of the winds, and walk on a white-sand beach as the sun sets, with crashing waves as the only sound.

A cleanse of both mind and body, a float in a salt bath in the ocean, splashing me around where she pleases until I'm coated with salt like a fish waiting to be fried. Rinsed by the rain and dried by the sun, both body and mind free of yesterday's trials.

I choose neither left nor right, nor weak nor strong, just peace and quiet, walking or skipping somewhere, my written words are all I hear within the sounds of nature's heartbeat.

I will rewind in time if only in my dreams.

Mike 2026