Writing What We Know
Takes Time And Dedication
It's harder than it looks
We may live our day out fully
Working from the crack of dawn to the wee hours into the night
Maybe instead we can relax and have a day of leisure
Even yet a day filled with both
With two much of one and not enough of the other
It is like playing around with tnt
We may sleep the day away
You are the one who decides
Each has it's purpose
Which ever you choose
Most likely when the day is done
It is over
Unless a wonderful or tragic event
It isn't recorded, documented or even for that matter remembered
One big blur in time
A foggy memory at best
One of thousands that seem so unimportant
Until we look a bit closer
Then we can see the microscopic effect each day has on the one previously
How every day is interrelated and builds for a better tomorrow
Wishful thinking on my part
I like to peel back the layers as if they were an onion
Crying in the beginning
Getting my emotions stirred up
Then realizing what we have in our hands
The option to write everything and anything about our day
Store it away for safe keeping or tell it to the world
I have done both and every combination known to man
Am I happy about what I write?
Sometimes
Do I wish I could do more?
Yes and no
If I spend to much time writing
It takes me away from today
Which is the most important of them all
It is special treat for me to see a day gone bye
Then recaptured in thoughts
I created and worked around in my head
As if it was a toy I had to fix
But couldn't
Where does that leave me now
Moving forward with great persistence and desire
To record as much as I can
Until the day I pass on
Like an old gallon of milk
Good for today and next week
No matter how good it is
One day it will expire
