To Whom it May Concern

To whom it may concern,

The days and years dwindle with unexpected haste. The seasons pass with a glimmer of happiness. In my eyes, it seems like the world is speeding past as if I am a passenger staring out of the window of a car. I can’t give an exact date of when this phenomenon began. It just happened like the moment a rainstorm turns to a snowstorm. I am sure in the nitty gritty details a specific incident causing my transformation could be found. To me, life happened. One moment I was happy and striving for the affection of a girl all while attempting to land a decent job. The next time I opened my eyes I found myself living in a different city with none of my old friends and a soul-sucking job. My life was a flip book with half its pages discarded and possibly burned to a crisp.

I write this not for your entertainment my loving reader but with the hope of motivating you. I watched this beautiful world pass by with unparalleled quickness and now I am wresting control of the years I have left. It may seem silly but at twenty-eight I feel as if the good years of my life are gone. I feel as if I don’t have much time left here on this gorgeous Earth. These are ridiculous feelings considering I may have another sixty  years or more of life left. It is  about time I start living.

It has been years since I last “lived” I don’t know where to begin. So I am going to take the advice I recently administered to my little brother “Focus on yourself and do the things you enjoy when no one else is around.”