I remember days gone by, when I was on the inside track of every race. In later years I feel like I am not only on the outside of everything , but I also feel like my get up and go has got up and went. The things I once approached with such passion, now feels like a chore. How did this happen? How did everything I once enjoyed so much no longer have the joy it once did for me? I have been thinking a lot about things. My past , my present and my future. I am 57 years old. I have lost most of my life to an inherited mental issue, and I sit here with so little time left in my life wondering how much more of it I will allow to slip away. I have ambitions they were not big ones but they were still things I wanted to accomplish. I have not accomplished many of them, and I wonder if I ever will. I have been close several times to some of my ambitions only to see them slip away just beyond my fingers.
When I finally pass on and they lay me in the ground by my father will anyone remember me ? will I have anything to show for my life, or will it be a life wasted? Time will tell.
