Here is something I just wrote the past few minutes. And PLEASE, don't forget to check out my blog entry of>The poems of unfinished thoughts, and poems of unfinished thoughts continued.

THE TIMES FLY


The times fly, and the world changes at a pace that no one can keep up with. I look at all the things that I have thought all the things that I have felt, and I ask myself why I had thought or felt them at one point in my life. So here I go again, writing about life, writing about what I think, writing about the things that I feel. Nothing will help control this process in which my mind flows, the amount of thought that passes by my mind at every second. My mind is bombarded by thoughts, by memories of bad, memories of the good things that life has brought me. Everything anyone does is observed closely by me, I think about all the things no one would want to, I think about things that I don’t want to think about. Flashes of the future, flashes of the past, all come together to create the present on which I’m living in now. I look at my life now, I found love, I found happiness, I found my family once again, no more fights, no more treacherous nights of the bad memories. I can only see progress, I can only view the future to be good, I only see what I want to see, other then that I would not be happy. So as I’m playing this wonderful game of life, I try to think about each move I do, each step I take, and try not to make a mistake. One day I will realize how much experience I have gained, how much life has taught me about myself, and how life is so short. I sit here, waiting for time to pass, for the future to come, waiting for it to teach me, teach me the things I need to live. So the question I have now is, what do I want to know about the future? And my answer would be, nothing, absolutely nothing. Suprises intrigue me; I want life to happen unexpectedly. And here life goes again, teaching me something about myself that I haven’t known. Without even thinking it, without even expecting it, life has taught me something, something useful for not only me, but for someone else.
When I die I plan to know what life has taught me all along. I plan to figure out the final move of the game, the final puzzle that will make my life end. Here I go again though, talking about thoughts, and ending with dreams, the process, like I’ve said, will never end. My mind will boil with questions, struggle with thoughts, and tease my answers until I have finally reached the end of the game. What will the prize be? What will the prize be for figuring out the puzzle of life? Who knows, I certainly don’t, and I do not plan to find out anytime soon. All I can do is wait, just take my time, each step, each thought, taken slowly, taken patiently, until the day that I end the game, and finish my turn.