But I have had several visions over the course of my lifetime which lead me to believe I am on my last year on the mortal coil. The number 32 for some reason is emblazoned in my cranium as the year....and to be honest, I have grown to peace with it.
In a lot of ways, seeing this year as the last year of your life, you let go of a lot of things that you have held onto your entire life...you realize it is just dead weight...
You learn to enjoy the little things again. And in a lot of ways I imagine you see the world like a new born. Everything is magical and full of meaning. You learn to realize that everything is transient, and you start to appreciate the world in a way that you have always wanted to but never had the time for.
I may or may not be correct about the whole 32 thing. It has always been on my mind. And now it is nigh, and I feel like every day is a race to put as much as I can into whatever it is I have to write. When you are on the precipice of your own mortality, you have the opportunity to create a lasting body of work. Which is why I continue writing fiction. It is something that I want to give that I may never live to see come into some degree of acceptance or success. Which is fine.
This world is but one of many.
And I am ready for whatever real
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