Writing

You Expect An Easy Answer

  • November 20, 2016
You Expect An Easy Answer

It has truly been so long since I had seen something truly amazing.  This morning I saw something incredible.  I witnessed the annual migration of hundreds of birds, all flying low in a v-shape patterns.  So many that the sky was filled with birds flying overhead, a duration which lasted in excess of five minutes.  The most mesmerizing and beautiful things in life are always free and come from mother nature, yet we often covet that which is materialistic, mass-produced and unnecessarily costly.  In modern society we are conditioned towards capitalist ideals, forever ignoring the simple...

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I Remember Everything

  • November 1, 2016
I Remember Everything

Somehow I was given the gift to remember moments in my life, the memories forever instilled in my mind as if they were yesterday.  Many moments I will forever cherish, others I often regret.  But one thing remains certain; I remember everything.

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Star Gazing

  • October 3, 2016
Star Gazing

When I was a child I was fascinated by the stars.  As a child I would often lay in the grass behind my parents house and gaze at the constellations, trying to comprehend just how the universe was created.  My parents, from a very young age, always encouraged me to decide what it was I wanted to do with my life, so at age 10, I decided that one day I would be an astronomer so that I might some day make a career out of gazing at the night sky.  I remember my parents, my father especially being proud that one day they would be able to tell people that they had raised an astronomer.  That Christmas...

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Maybe

  • September 19, 2016
Maybe

When I was a child, I thought that when I grew up, that all my picture-perfect maps and plans of the future would come true.  As of yet, very few of those plans I was certain and convinced would come true actually did.  But what if things turned out differently?  Maybe I would have been famous.  Maybe I would have been successful.  Maybe I would have chased dreams similar to those around me.

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Will The Memories Die?

  • September 5, 2016
Will The Memories Die?

Faded memories fill my mind, especially those of the days of my youth; those were the times in my life when I felt as if I belonged, as if I were a part of something much larger and greater than myself.  The sum of my pars is the essence of my being, personified.

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Three Small Words

  • August 8, 2016
Three Small Words

How I feel; three small words I ask myself too much, and as for everyone else around me, perhaps not enough.  I feel as if I've lived my entire life making other people happy, pointlessly documenting my anguish, pain, disappointment, and dissatisfaction of a wasted life in a books written pages.

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Dear Dad

  • June 19, 2016
Dear Dad

In Loving Memory Of Robert Conklin April 26, 1951 - January 28, 2016 Dear Dad, You taught me so much about life that I find myself thinking more and more each day about my future! You were my role model, I always thought if I wanted to be anyone I would love to be just like my dad.  I can't think of one thing you really didn't do, as I'm sure there were some, but I didn't notice because you were the greatest in my eyes.  We all say that, I'm sure, but you truly were. As I grow older, I try to put your words of advice into great use.  I try to hold on to that part of you so that I can stay...

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Enigmatic

  • June 13, 2016
Enigmatic

In my life I am often misunderstood, and my writing, especially during the days of my youth was often difficult to interpret or understand; mysterious, fleeting, and wild.  In a word, enigmatic.

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I Almost Dedicated My Life To Writing

  • May 2, 2016
I Almost Dedicated My Life To Writing

I almost dedicated my life to writing simply because I an an introvert, an observer, and the survivor of a very unusual, almost tumultuous childhood.  I was never ever interested in athletic or sporting pursuits, and typically was the very last person selected for pick-up games during grade school recess.  Throughout my childhood, while all my friends sought social interaction, I chose to be alone, reading books, visiting museums, going to the library, and exploring.  My parents believed in free-range parenting, allowing me to go and explore the world on my own, as long as I returned home...

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When Is It Time to Let Go

  • April 11, 2016
When Is It Time to Let Go

When I was young, I was certain that I was in love.  It felt like love, and it is often the tender beginnings of what we assume will lead to a lifelong love and the feelings of which we wish would last forever.  Those feelings of elation and hope and promise which one seeks to capture and hold in hopes that things will never change.  I would have wrapped up those days of my youth in plastic if only to preserve the snapshots and memories in my mind, and perhaps to gaze upon that particular time whenever a certain unidentifiable smell brought be back to those memories.

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