Fading Waves

I will be gone—forgotten from history, lost to the whispers in the wind. I will not be remembered. Nothing of significance contributed to the world or to our society… A life seen as a waste; mistakes made but lessons not learned.

I am probably not alone on these thoughts, many see their life as compounding failures rather than a sum of successes. Feeling insignificant and minuscule compared to everyone and everything.

Impossible to overcome. Lingering thoughts of the past, cascade to where I now stand.

There is only one truth—and it’s that these thoughts and all the written words will live, on the web, on someplace, perhaps even until the end of humanity. If nothing else, a part never lost to oblivion.

It is for this reason that I am sharing these writings of mine—not for anyone else to see, but to leave a living memory of the person who conjured these thoughts, of the person who passed and now may very well be forgotten. A snapshot into the broken mind of mine; an outcry—perhaps.

But also, a glimmer of hope…

Perhaps these words, carried by the endless web, might touch someone else who wanders in the dark, searching for a voice that feels like their own. Perhaps they will feel the weight of these words and finally understand that they are not alone…

There are others, many more, that share and feel the same raw emotions. In the depths of the night, when I am searching for myself, wandering in the echoes of the past, I hope it creates a sentiment—heard and unforgotten.

However, this one is for me. Seeking solace in what was once lost. Finally, not worried of what anyone else may think, not worried if anyone else will see. Liberty for my thoughts that were chained for so long.

When the end comes, these words will remain—an echo of what once was against the relentless night…