One of my bigger fears is not being able to write anymore. As I age, my brain keeps some memories alive, but at other times I feel as if small bits are forgotten and cast aside, lost forever. I suppose it's just how life works for some; words flow with a graceful transition to paper, and for others like myself, we have to reach deeper to remember even the simplest of thoughts.
I never want to forget things like my children's births or their first tooth. Homecoming dances and trophies for Little League Baseball. I want to recall without the struggle of having to remember so hard, trying not to admit defeat. It's like a star that burns out among a million others, but if you look closely, you'll see it still struggling to be bright one more time.
I want my visions to always be a part of me, as they are real, even larger-than-life at times. I see my Mom and Dad, lost loves and first dates, and my first kiss with my one true love, who may be gone but still comes to me so vividly. I reach out to touch her, but hear only a whisper telling me that one day we'll soar through the heavens together again.
I suppose I chose to write something every day because I don't know when it will be my last entry. I've penned thousands of stories and published three books that never gained any traction beyond family and close friends. But that's okay, as in many cases, a writer's fame comes after the pen runs dry and the stories are discovered in dusty boxes.
I get up every morning and have a seat ready to write the next bestseller, but my mind remains quiet as I click the pen time and again, as if to wake it up to join me on my quest for lost thoughts. One thing is certain: I will never stop trying to stay one step forward, where new memories await me, as others rest peacefully behind me.
I want my visions to always be a part of me, as they are real, even larger-than-life at times. I see my Mom and Dad, lost loves and first dates, and my first kiss with my one true love, who may be gone but still comes to me so vividly. I reach out to touch her, but hear only a whisper telling me that one day we'll soar through the heavens together again.
I suppose I chose to write something every day because I don't know when it will be my last entry. I've penned thousands of stories and published three books that never gained any traction beyond family and close friends. But that's okay, as in many cases, a writer's fame comes after the pen runs dry and the stories are discovered in dusty boxes.
I get up every morning and have a seat ready to write the next bestseller, but my mind remains quiet as I click the pen time and again, as if to wake it up to join me on my quest for lost thoughts. One thing is certain: I will never stop trying to stay one step forward, where new memories await me, as others rest peacefully behind me.
Mike 2026
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