Being Honest With Fiction

In retrospect, I find myself in the contrast of my past and wondering what happened.What went wrong, and how the hell did I end up where I am?Is this an accident or just a moment of clarity.Perhaps, this means I can wake up now . . .and start overI say this not to say that where I am is so terrible or dark because of course, we have all been in much darker places and lived through darker times. I cannot say exactly what I said or what I wrote but I do recall my first “goodbye” letter. I say this without the intention of this sounding desperate, like a final measure or an ultimate farewell.This was not a case of me saying goodbye to the world. No, In fact, this letter was quite the opposite. My first goodbye letter was written to say hello to a new life. I was urged to do this so that in essence, I can become a new person.I was not sure who I was and nor could I know who I would become if I chose to live differently or walk another way.And ah, the dear, sweet unknown. I grew tired of…