Confession

George O' Livera

Here I am, sitting on this porch with no chairs, smoking a cigar, drinking the cheapest bottle of liquor that I could find. My dreams continue to hunt me, and my nightmares aren’t what I intended. I hide what I am and show what I'm not; I close the windows, and leave the doors open; I search for jobs on Craig's list and forget to write my resume; I know where I stand but I don't have a watch. And the question remains: What the hell is going on?  

I once heard a man complain about his health. He was dying. He called me and said, "Do not waste your life; make the most out of it." At that moment, it all made sense. I would have to be as successful as I could!

It's tremendously stupid how one day you are living a regular life, the other you are trying to succeed, and on the last one, you find yourself walking backwards. I was completely wrong! There is no success, there is no fame nor glory, just a moment in time where you feel like you can breathe without any difficulty, and if you are aware of it, then you have lived an eternity.