I was digging around stacks of papers last night searching for the columns I had written for the Alton Telegraph a couple of years back.
I came across old magazines, papers with scratched out notes, past issues of the newsletter, printouts of ebooks, and even a few quotes I had come across over the years which were in sheet protectors. I made those for my own bits of inspiration over the years.
But in the process of my search, I came across a small collection of pages. Ramblings of sorts which I vaguely remember writing some 5+ years ago. They were written at a time when I wasn't necessarily sure of what in the world I was doing. Some would say this hasn't changed much since then.
I wrote of writing. What it was, what it meant, how I started to do it despite really not liking English classes growing up, and even why I didn't do it even though I felt that is what I was meant to do.
I wrote of my own expert status of being indecisive. I still think it has something with being a Gemini (and born on a Monday none the less).
I wrote of the future and what it could be, should be, but not quite what I intended to make it be.
In the end, I never found the prints of the columns I was looking for. But in some strange way, I found something even more important. Those pages reminded me of who I was, and that I am still that same person. But it also allowed me to see that I am different as well. Older, maybe wiser in a sense, but still always searching for the answers for a better tomorrow
I've got a question...
- What have you been searching for?
- Something to do?
- Somewhere to go?
- Friends?
- A good job?
- That lost sock from the dryer?
Or something more important...... yourself).
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David Stoddard
The Unmotivated Motivational Writer www.djstoddard.com
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