Looking At Each New Day With Promise

Where My MInd Goes So Does My Body

The morning clock ticks slowly but steadily to give everyone in the world a constant reminder how precious our lives are.I sit behind the computer screen and type boring bold print across the page and wonder what feelings I have trapped between my mind and the open space that I so diligently try to fill.I have been here before and surrounded by a plain room with no color.Plans to paint the walls have never materialized.It has been seven years since my wife and I moved in.New dreams have constantly made my life exciting and fresh.I am alot older now and the friends that I talk to believe dreams are for kids.You have to face reality and understand life isn't the way you see it .It is only the harsh reality that it is.I refuse to believe that as I search for answers for the questions I always ask.I am the patient one.I believe all things take time and in their own time I will understand what path I should follow.I am always questioned that don't you think the thrity plus years enough time to find your purpose in life.If you wait another thirty years you will still have accomplished nothing more than you do now.I ponder to think if they are right.Have I wasted my time looking for a dream that doesn't exsist.If I don't have the time to do the things I want now will I ever have the time see my ambitions reached. As the morning hour passes and soon it will be noontime and I still haven't eaten breakfast even though the thought has darted across my mind more than a dozen times.I often think what would it be like to go without food for any length of time.Like a self controlled starvation diet.Would it push my desires to succeed and lead me to the life I want to lead.As the phone rings I stopped to answer it.It was my wife who had called to check in and see what I have done since she has left about two and a half hours ago.I couldn't say much since I have been writing and trying to correct a writing that I have already finished.To go back and make changes and any corrections take time.I can not go on any further until I understand how to articulate my thoughts so that they can clearly be seen by the naked eye.I have had the opportunity to have someone check my work and they have informed me of some neccessary changes to make my work better.I have many thoughts racing through my head in hopes to make my writings better.I sit and type as the constant beep of the answering machine sounds every thirty seconds to remind me of a message I haven't picked up.I am off today while my wife has to go to work.I have the whole day to myself and I can do almost anything my heart desires.Unless it requires a car because she needs are car for work.I am left alone in our home.Some people would find that a prison sentence slowly carried out.I find it an endless world vacation that every thing I ever wanted is close to my fingertips.Because I have been finished with college some twenty years now I try to find a way to teach myself how to improve my skills that I have learned such a long time ago.To be self taught on the lessons we learn everyday and trying to understand our mistakes along the way.I live in a small ranch home that sits on a half an acre of land.The lovely yard sourrounds the front and back of the house like a beautiful flower in a pot that could bloom at anytime.My day is seen though the cloudy windows that is caused by the cold air outside and the warm heat inside.I am in a perfect place.Even though we are taught over and over again all through our lives nothing and I mean nothing in life is perfect.So I sit still on the old second hand chair bought from the Salvation Army one of many buys that I am so proud to have purchased.I can still hear the my voice in my head saying what a great deal !!!That puts my mind in the right perspective to suddenly leave to get some food to fill the void, as my stomach growls to get breakfast, no lunch with supper time closing in....

     This is my attempt to improve my first writing and giving it more substance and body.

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acaetnna 5 years ago from Guildford

Nothing in life is ever perfect but we can strive for perfection. Dream On live each moment and forget about tomorrow because that will creep up all too soon. I enjoyed this. Some constructive criticism, here (hope you don't mind!) but try dividing your writing into paragraphs - it's much easier to read. You have done a great job again and poured out your heart!


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DREAM ON 5 years ago Author

Acaetnna I will try to use paragraphs.It has been so many years and some skills are more than rusty.They are more like frozen in a block of ice and it will take a long time for them to thaw.I love your help anytime and once again it is nice to share one more day with you.


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Dim Flaxenwick 5 years ago from Great Britain

Well you certainly succeeded. That was a beautiful, strong and deep piece of work. I loved it.

(Your home sounds heavenly)


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DREAM ON 5 years ago Author

Dim Flaxenwick I am a working progress.Thank you for being here in my transition phase.You always have a way of cheering me up.Thank you.


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Ashantina 5 years ago

Dreams keep us alive.. and in no way are they limited to children, why should they have all the fun! :)

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