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My Aim Is True

  Ever since I was a young child, I have been a dreamer with a vivid imagination. I remember, at age six or seven, going out into the woods and exploring. I would return and tell my grandfather wild stories about how I fought Indians or saw different animals, all kinds of things. He would always go along with me. I recall him saying, I think that boy is going to grow up and become a writer.

  I started writing at that age, all kinds of stories and poems. I had a few friends, but mostly I was a loner. Most kids at school thought I was a bit weird, but I did not care. When I took a creative writing class in high school, I surprised myself and my teacher with my abilities. I am not bragging, okay, maybe I am, but one of my poems is still posted under glass on the bulletin board of my high school. I also loved sports and wrestled, played baseball and golf. After high school, I started taking my writing seriously. I wrote a book of poems and sent it to a publishing company. They said I had talent, but I needed to learn to write better. I devoured every book on the styles and art of writing that I could get my hands on.

  Along the way, I became interested in earth mysteries, which led to studying many subjects I had not thought of learning. I researched religions, other countries origins, lots of history and science. I learned more on my own than I did in school. I became, and still am, a learning nut. There is no subject that does not interest me.

  Without divulging too much personal information, I developed PTDS and had to seek help from a psychiatrist and went to EDMR therapy. It was there that I developed a constant need to seek enlightenment. I am still somewhat of a loner, but I like it that way. Other people think I am foolish for not spending more time enjoying life instead of always researching and writing. They do not understand my insatiable curiosity and my spiritual longings for development of my soul. No one seems to understand why I meditate and use a crystal skull and pray and constantly try to expand my journey.

  I joined a local poet’s association and I love the monthly meetings. I have learned so much. Some of the people there get me, but most do not comprehend my astral projections and never giving up on following the path that I feel I must travel. I guess I am writing this for those who read this article to tell me if I am wasting my life away. What do you think?