Hi! After an extended hiatus, I am trying my hand once again at creative writing and welcome any feedback you may have on the following (unfinished) original piece. 🙂 If you have any suggestions on form (novel, short story, etc.) or the tentative title, please let me know in the comments.
On a brisk autumn morning, the warm sun shone fractals through the crimson, rose, and gold colored leaves in the trees. A Ford V-8 hummed down the newly paved road that cut through a forest. Glints of leaves, every one sparkling with splendor, distracted the driver from his grim reflections.
Anton, a man in his mid-forties, was beginning to bald. These days, a receding hairline and enlarged gut were his marks of shame. This was his sad, dismal life, he thought as he cruised down this path. And it wasn’t ever going to get better. After all, he was past his prime. Time had crept up and robbed him of his greatest dreams, goals, and ideals. Now, his greatest delight was simply to get through each day with minimal agitation.
All of his early twenties and thirties, he had a natural bent toward negativity. He doesn’t remember enjoying any of those years. Decades of slaving away at a job that never suited him now seemed like a waste of precious time. Finally, the future that he had worked so hard for had arrived. And all he wanted was to be young again. A second chance at life was his new desire.
When I took an undergraduate poetry class at UCLA, I felt the inspiration to write a meta-poem, which I recently rediscovered when sorting through old word files. Hope you enjoy it and share your feedback with me!
These aren’t universal lessons. Different relationships will always encounter different challenges. But these lessons were forged through blood and tears — or, maybe just the latter. Who knows? Hope you will find some relevance from these to your own life.
So, here are nine lessons I have collectively learned over the past two years:
Here is a collection of some of my favorite inspirational quotes, Bible verses, movie lines, song lyrics, and activities, beginning with:
After re-reading a record of my dialogue with a coworker, who spent a good twenty minutes last year trying to motivate me to exercise, I’ve decided to renew my commitment. That conversation went something like this, beginning with this question he posed to me:
Music is such a gift. I love to sing. Not that I’m great at it. But the Lord has definitely given me a love and passion for music — for creating, singing, or just pretending that I’m part of a worship band. 🙂 It’s a gift to be able to enjoy worshipping Him through music, whether I am alone or in a corporate setting.
Your grace shows in the sunshine
when my world is cheerful and bright.
Your grace shows in the loneliest times,
like distant stars on a dark night.
Your grace shows when I’ve wandered far,
beyond the greenest plain.
Your grace shows when I’m lying still,
paralyzed by fears and pain.