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And Oh, About That Thing

If there is one thing that I have learned over the years, I suppose my biggest lesson is about the way time keeps moving. I swear, it’s a trip!
Days keep adding, and before we realize it, yesterday is long gone and so are the chances that came with it.

I can remember people telling me to be aware and pay attention. I was told that life moves pretty fast and yes, I remember thinking how this is something that old people think.
I was told to pay attention to what I want to do. I was told that I had to prepare for my future, only I was too young to realize that the future is important.
However, as I have said before in different journals exposing the ignorance of youth, I will repeat myself and say that I believed the future is something that only happens to old people.
Not me. . .

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And Oh, About That Thing – Introduction

I am someone who has lived what I could call a normal, everyday, and unusual life. Therefore, what I have seen, heard, lived through, and all that I have experienced is unique and subjective to me.
I know this.
I have my own way and my own style, or like anyone else in this world, I have my own voice and methods of delivery, and the same as you have your view, I have my own views too.
None of this makes me right or better nor does this make me less than or less worldly. No, I am who I am and, in all fairness, it has taken more than five decades, which is a long time, for me to get to where I am now,

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188)

And so,
I, being of sound mind and memory,
do hereby make,
publish and declare this
to be my will and going further,
I also make, publish
and declare this
to act as a testimony
of my life, my past,
my mistakes
and without regard
for the uncertainty
of my future and going forward,
I do hereby make, publish
and declare this to echo
and sound out
as a means
to explain the world behind me.

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Back to Where the Bullets Hit the Sky

177)

I think to myself
what are the chances?
What are the odds?

What is the chance
that someone like me
can get to where I want to be,
or even more,
what will give me the mindset
or the edge
that allows me to withstand and endure,
and more than anything else,
what’s the chance that I can
make my way?

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Back to Where the Bullets Hit the Sky

173)

I never read my old journals,
or look back, or more to the point
after I hit the magic “send” button,
my aim is to let this go, or publish,
or send my thoughts elsewhere;
as if to take on an action
of letting go
or rid myself from the unwanted items
in my heart, or as a means
to release my sentiments that need to go
or stay, or as a means to claim my place
in this world, as I know it
or as I want to be seen;
I “put it out there,” as I have been told.

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