When I was young time passed by in minutes and hours. Homework would take me thirty minutes and then I would read for thirty minutes and then I would go over to my friends for an hour or two. Chores would take an hour or two on the weekends and so on and so forth.
Then I started to view life in days. I had school five days a week and I was free for two days. This developed to include work as well. I would attend school four days a week, my first job five days a week and my second job three days a week. Repeat till weeks become months and months become years and years fade to black. Congratulations. Welcome to adult hood where everyone focus’s on the forty year plan and they forget about building forts. Where we trade our time for bills instead of building memories. Where we are so concerned about how far we go we don’t see the bridges we have burned or the hearts we have trampled.
I have lost too much sleep dreaming about the world around me. Dreaming and praying for certain things to happen and for someone to lift their head and care. I have been doing all the wrong things. I have been swimming up river waiting for someone or something to come along. Now I am drowning, too tired to keep swimming on. I have learned my lesson and on this day, my life changes.
I am no longer counting on the world around me to change. I am no longer letting my voice fall on deaf ears of waiting for someone to pluck the strings on my heart. I want my dreams and my actions to last even after I am gone. I want my words and actions to leave vibrations in peoples lives when I am no longer in sight, when they can no longer hear my voice.
While I am still here my voice will be heard in the darkest of lives and in the shadows of bright ones. I will show the world the dark corners of my soul and finally open this cage made from bones. Tread carefully, it doesn’t like the light.
Mile 29 