Comes The Day You Won't Read Anything From Me Anymore.

When will it be the last? The actual ending of our stories? Have you thought of one day you won't read anything about me again or hear any news about my health? This might be a simple thing that will be done as if it was nothing; it just meant that it's all normal. You won't remember my existence, and you will forget my stories and the things that happened in my life. In short, I am no one. Your life will stay what it was even though years of unnoticed that I am now gone in writing. Or have you been thinking about when will be your last write-up? Where you will leave your story behind, and you will forget your love for words. This might be absurd to think about, but what if, one day, you will feel it will be your last writing? It's not a tragic story, by the way.

I began to think about it last Friday. I have been compiling my work, hoping to finish it by the last day of the year 2022. Believe it or not, as I self-host or download my files here for my latest articles and posts, I get a couple hundred already. I was impressed that I do writes more than 400 as I downloaded files here. Motivating, but it goes to my head, what if I did write thousands already? When will I end this?

Is the ending near? I began to think of this already, possibly yes. There will be years to come when I only could write one piece per week, and eventually goes retards to one article per month until I get none. That day I had to choose between writing and my life, and I had to choose my life. Sad to think about, but it will soon happen no matter the choices.

That goes to thinking, what if I lost my time, my spark, and my name here? What will happen to my legacy? Or do I have a legacy in here left? as the years go by, some new users ten years from now could search my name and have a look at my legacy here. Wondering who was the person under this mysterious name. Something similar to that. What about old members of the users I just played in, similar days as we made an account?

One day but never yet, I felt it was close because I was trying not to. Thinking that possibly comes, I do prepare myself. One day as I have a life or new life that I need to support, I must be busy in a corporate or personal job to sustain them well. I must become the man of the family, where I will leave anything behind, even my writing, hoping it won't happen. Never near, but thinking it will.

Writing was the only way I could express myself in my desired style. Typing at the moment when I knew I could stand and understand my own. Every time I write something, it relaxes me, as I do two writing daily or three times for I am in the mood. Then goes to the hours of none, thinking about what to write, yet I cannot process those things inside. In the manner of stress, I loved to feel the pressure of writing, becoming anxious when I was stuck for days already.

But the day will come I will face greater stresses in my life, career life, and love. Though I want to write about my experience, I prefer to keep my notes private, not publish them. There will be that time when I write with no readers, I write for my self-publication, and I make things as I am in the free moves.

How about a diary of my life as a father or husband in a very hassle works where I want to talk back to the boss or whoever is in the field to release the tension? It comes the day when I still could write but never be seen again by you, never be heard again as like I do.

Thinking about it also made me realize that I am still lucky as I still have the time now. I could still be a freeman. I can still be with you on two platforms I am fond of writing.

It's half the thousand now the number of an article I wrote, so in the coming years, I will have a thousand as I join the two platforms I am writing with. And this made me who I am today and transformed me into something greater.

Not now and not soon, but it will be at that time. The day you won't read anything from me anymore, that day I will surely enjoy the life that it meant for me for sure.

Thanks for reading...