I have been thinking for quite some time of writing a book. Not so much for people to see (which I'd enjoy!) but moreso for me to write something that I believe enough in to be interested in what is going to happen as I write it.
I've written two poems on 2031, the day the world fell down. A big disaster of some type, something that caused the United States of America to fall forever. This is a page that I've screwed around with. It's meant to be the page that opens the book, even if I change it so it's not from the main characters perspective. I wasn't sure which format I would like to write a book in, 1st person or 3rd, but this is just something that would set the tone for the story. Do forgive any spelling or grammar mistakes, because that's not my focus now.
If you read this somewhere, would you want to continue reading the book?
What would you want/expect out of it?
Just be honest, I just want to get some opinions.
“When it comes to the future, there are three kinds of people: those who let it happen, those who make it happen, and those who wonder what happened.”
John M. Richardson Jr. said those words many, many years ago. Many have, for years, considered that to be one of the greatest quotes about the future of all time. As a young man at the dawn of a new millennium, I, too, believed that to be a great, inspiring, quote and it held very high in my mind at all times.
I've spent many years living by that quote. I was logged onto Internet diary websites for much of my youth and would make sure that I had that particular quote plastered on every single one of my web pages. I believed that quote to be completely true and valid and argued with anyone who thought to disagree. Come on now, how could you not be one of these people throughout life?
I was determined to make something happen. I was living in the year 2008 and watched the world seemingly fall apart. Democrats vs Republicans, United States vs The World, North Korea having nuclear weapons, gasoline prices at over-the-top amounts, and corporate America taking all “mom and pop” stores down in their rise to supremacy. Gone were the days of walking to a locally-owned store to pick up something to drink and in were the days of Wal-Mart and EBay.
And the crime, here at home, started to get scary. The crime rate was rising at an alarming rate as violence, drugs, and larceny seemed to be a hobby to people more than something morally wrong.
Like I said, I was determined to make something happen. I was still young and had every opportunity to bring back a sense of caring and a sense of peace that seemed, to me at least, to be quickly vanishing.
They say, “What goes up must come down.” They’ve said it since I could remember. I never believed that a society so rich in so many areas could go down in flames, but it did. My dreams, my ambitions, my hopes for a bright future, they all fell apart and crumbled with everything else. It hurts so much more when you had plans to make the world a better place and then you just watch it… well….
You’ll know about this soon enough.
As I sit here and write, I look around me. The smiles that I used to know have disappeared. There is no hope anymore for many of these people, both young and old. The older took for granted what they had and the younger hardly even had a chance. As of this date, January 3rd, 2032, I haven’t seen even a fake smile since the incident.
Two thousand thirty two, and here I am. I am surrounded by strangers, both young and old, and we are all determined to work as a unit. We all come from different backgrounds and we all have our own stories, but now we are all together and will work that way. Our goal? We don’t even know that yet. All we know is that we need each other to survive. This isn’t about her, him, or I anymore, it’s about us.
I now see that John M. Richardson Jr. is somewhat of a fool. Sitting in this shelter I realize that we all let this happen, we all made this happen, and we all wonder how it happened. No one in the world was just one of those people because we were all of these people.
“Stop acting as if life is a rehearsal. Live this day as if it were your last. The past is over and gone. The future is not guaranteed.” - Wayne Dyer
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