Will I be forgotten in the pattern of time or be engraved in its eternal compendium? I run and do not hesitate to take and conquer, to win, and to change the game but, I do not seem to find my answer. Many deaths never to be talked about. Many have been obliviated in the passage of time and, their memories to be lost after a generation or so. How can I accept this? How to accept having no control over the memory of my persona? I continue writing giving you all my heart and my soul yet, once I am gone will my memory be done? Will anyone find this piece and reminisce on who I was or could have been?
Will keeping my plans close to my chest and taking my time to act to be the correct choice? I look at where I am, where I want to be, and who I want to impact yet, I do not seem to move. Am I too scared to move forward? Am I the one limiting my choices? Will failure torture my soul? or Will the “I could have” destroy my psyche before? My time is limited yet, why am I acting like I have all the time in the world? I do not choose if my story will be told or if I will be forgotten however, I will do my best to produce a change in those I love. I will accept my story as it is, however, I will not allow my narrative to be like a calm sea. I do not pretend you to know my story and, that’s how I am free.
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