I found this post today: Soon I will be gone forever, but that's okay as long as someone reads this

It is old. The person who wrote it seems to no longer be on earth. I was at work when I found it on my cellphone, bored from work and wandering on Reddit.
We left workplace A to workplace B. I was on the back-seat, not being part of the conversation and having little to no interest in joining it. My mind was somewhere else. I mean I already knew but:

I am tired

I like my line of work although I cannot say I really enjoy it lately. I am a very lucky, who worked hard to do what I like. but I don't like how I do it. I am certainly not going to live my life like that from deadline to deadline, from project A to project B, not taking the time to pause and enjoy what I did.

My flame burned out

I have been super efficient. Always doing something useful: at work, at home, in the transportation.
Everything is a step toward my goal. Luckily I found Steemit then I started to write more. But as you write more, the fun of the hobby disappear, the excitement of the passion turns to air, the need of rewards becomes clear.

Take the time

I don't go on a day without hearing someone ssaying they don't have time. What does that actually mean?
We don't have banks where we can store time and cash it in when we want. Time flows. With all our knowledge we still cannot reverse it. So starting today change this sentence, no more

I don't have the time

Just

I didn't take the time

Then you will learn to take the time for what you deem worth.

Back to my dream

I want to inspire people, I want to be someone fleeting or lasting miracle.
I just want to be true to me and not wait until I am about to die to what I want and how I want it.

jyezie