Category: Welcome To Royal

If only I could start over. If only I could go back to the past and make changes to my life.

You hear this a lot. Especially from people who have given up. They accepted that they can never start over. What is done is done and it can never be undone.

We cannot go back in time. And why would we? Going back in time and trying to change things or events will only alter your timeline and where you are now is not going to be the same. Maybe it will be better or maybe it will be worse. There is a reason for what you did in the past. Like it or not the past is the past. 

Let it go.

The only thing we can do now is change the present. If you don’t like the way things are going, change them. I don’t care how old you are. Saying that’s just the way it is and I just have to live that way is crap. 

You create your own destiny.

And if you don’t like the way things are going, do something about it. Don’t just sit there and whine and complain and say life isn’t fair. 

Do something.

Live your life the way you want to live it. If it means starting over, then start over. It is never too late.

Take the time to become you!

They say that everything that exists emits a certain vibration or frequency. Whenever we see or touch or hear or taste, it is the vibration of the object that makes the sensation either pleasant or not. But then one can say what is pleasant to one is not pleasant to another. Yes it is a matter of semantics.

But what has that to do with the dust and cobwebs of past memories and experiences? Maybe it is time to get rid of the dust and cobwebs. Maybe I have been sitting around way too long and being too complacent. Maybe it is time for me to be myself and not a preconceived idea created by someone. I am me and I always wanted to be me. But over the many years I let others form me and shape me to their idea of what I should be. Whether that be a friend or husband or father or grandfather.

I need to reclaim my independence. I need my freedom and my space. 

I need to be me!

Time to clean up the dust and cobwebs and see what awaits.

Was it all a dream? I don’t know. For the first time in a long long time I was by myself. I was alone. I was surrounded by emptiness. But I didn’t feel afraid. I felt like I belonged here. There was a purpose to all this. Yes this does sound crazy. There has to be a reason. I was all alone in a ghost town called Royal.

How did I get here? And where is here? I am pretty sure you wouldn’t find this town on any map. How did this happen? What did I last remember? I am lost in time and reality. Am I crazy? Who can tell? There is no one here but me. Is this my imagination? Am I going to wake up and find out this was all a dream? I look around. Everything looks real to me. I can feel my surroundings. I can feel the floor and touch the walls. I feel the sunlight streaming in through a window. I feel the warmth. It feels good. I look around the room and see everything in a mess. Books and papers are scattered all over the floor. Furniture is knocked over or broken. Where am I?

I walk to the window and look out. I see a deserted street. I see boarded up buildings and rusty old cars. There is nothing. Not a sound. Nothing. I can feel a panic building up in me.I have no idea where I am. I have no idea how I got here. I have no idea how to leave.

I have no idea who I am…