The dark sky embraced the evening signifying an end to another day. The bitter, cold air whistled through the open window, blowing its way through the room. Goosebumps ran across my body, raising the hair on my arms. I shivered as the sensations travelled down my spine.
The small, bleak room had doubt running through my mind, but I quickly squashed the feeling in favour of happiness.
I relaxed in the most comfortable chair I’d ever been in and let my thoughts wander. Optimism set in to my pensive musings. I couldn’t afford to live a life of ‘what ifs’ and regrets when time was moving forward, and I, backwards.
The past was where it should remain. I was thankful for the journey I’d taken to create my path of footprints within the world. It hadn’t been easy, the road I’d travelled had more than a few bumps, but was it worth it?
Completely. I wouldn’t be where I was today without it. Without regrets I can live freely.
“Sometimes you just have to stop and take in your surroundings. Really look at where you are in life, otherwise it’s just going to pass you by. Regret is a heavy word to live with.”
– Riley, Nature’s Destiny (coming 2014)
The night of the Winters’ eve covered the sky as the sun gave way to the moon. The stars sparkled elegantly as they reflected off of the waters’ surface. The lake rippled calmly and the woods surrounding the wooden bench I’d sat on provided a protected area from the harsh cold air. I pulled my jacket tighter and buried my hands in my pocket.
It was peaceful as everything remained undisturbed. I’d come to think, to reflect on the year that would soon end. The fresh air filled my senses, and my mind focused with clarity.
My mood conveyed my thoughts on the year, and I was positive it would sum it up, even for the hard and trying times that’d passed.
The world bled with death and poverty and natural disasters and I sat, grateful for the many fortunes I’d had. Life had graced me with a sea of happiness and hope.
I was able to create my destiny, through the force of my imagination, and again I was grateful. My petty complaints meant nothing, when the world cried out for a reprieve from the sins that plagued the earth.
I was grateful for everything I had.
The silence in the car was loud enough to make a statement. The clock struck 11am, and I paused for the memory of the lives of the brave men and women who’d fought for our country, and for those still fighting.
The three hour journey home was sombre as I thought of the many sacrificing their lives, their loved ones, and their families so that I could do what I loved as a living.
There are many of us who take what we have for granted, and allow the little things in life to worry us completely. Imagine waking up in a fold-out bed with nothing, but another long day out in the sand patrolling the desert while dodging bullets that come flying through the air. Imagine waking up each morning and wondering if it would be your last. I couldn’t, and I certainly couldn’t endure the pain both physically and mentally.
The Armed Forces as a collective provide a service to its country and people, but it’s much more than that. It is a symbol of hope for our future, where a world of peace should exist.
Today I wear my poppy proudly in honour of those that have passed away protecting our future. I salute them for their courage and bravery, and I am in awe of them for doing something I could not.
Thank you for giving me the choice of freedom while you sacrifice yours.
Lest we forget.
I waited, patiently, in line to be served a steaming takeaway cup of hot chocolate (with whip of course). The whirring noise of the machine competed with that of the room, and the noise levels as a whole increased. I stared out of the large glass windows and watched as people passed by, going about their day.
I speculated over their destinations, and wondered if the man in the hoodie and low hanging trousers was an undercover agent on assignment. Or if the lady in the red trench coat and matching heels was about to walk down the red carpet of some fancy gala.
The weather was its usual predictable self, and I took the break between showers to dash towards my car, careful not to waste a drop of my beverage. I’d queued long enough to enjoy it.
I settled into my car, and got as comfortable as I could before I pulled out my laptop. The screen lit up and I opened a new document, ready to write as much as I could in the space that I had.
My time wasn’t ever wasted, and every minute I had to myself I’d write. I couldn’t have chosen a better profession; who else could say their work was as portable as mine? Whether I waited for an appointment, or in the car on my taxi duties, I’d pack my life into one bag and write. I didn’t need anything else, just my laptop, notebook and pen. The basics.
The temperature dropped in the car, and the windows fogged up as condensation crept its way across. I felt cocooned in my own little writing bubble; the world was on one side, and my world the other. Nothing could compare with the joy and freedom of letting my mind run, the make-belief and fairytales concocted from living in a controlled environment. Nobody could stop me from living my dream, when it was one I lived every day.
I was born to write. You’ll see.