Living Life on a Sheer Whim

Carefree living isn't always the best route.

Living Life on a Sheer Whim,

 

 

I had an unrestrained spirit and, to me, a justifiably overwhelming determination to pacify it: This is what my mother and father remind me, most every night. Well maybe I did, but I was entrapped by, what I believe to be forces from the dark side.  These ‘forces’ get their motivation from the wicked one; whom, caused me to destroy my new car, as well as, as stifling any further success; not to mention, the loss of each parent’s life. This only accounts for the tangible ruins that were done, leaving the numerous spiritual and psychological problems that have occurred; as a result.

 

I was in this  ‘accident’, causing a comatose condition that lasted for two long months; during which time, I was able to talk with people. These people were people had already passed away.  They were people that I still visit with, occasionally, in my head.  I think, they are there to reassure me, encouraging me to have a zest for life. While I didn’t know all of the people, those; of whom I did know, were greatly surprised to see me ‘so soon’. I did my best to convince them; as well as, myself, that I am still part of the living and material world.  It is something I hold very hesitantly. 

 

So, was this urge or ’determination’ of, mine, unjustifiable, being just plain stupidity?  For the amount of time wasted; as well as, the loss that I have experienced, I consider it to be a great waste, to say the least.  My parents didn’t make it, through this horrific ordeal.  Though they’ve been gone for many years, I see their points of view.  Spiritually, they give me warmth and companionship in an otherwise, cold and lonely world.   I am even able to communicate with them; through the voices in my head.  These voices give me tips, encouraging me and ensuring my daily success. Anyway, they help me, giving me the confidence to do things; such as, write this article, my mother’s literary talent falling into my lap, so to speak. 

 

To see or, more accurately, to hear these voices, reassures me, giving me enough confidence to soar right through every day, cajoling and comforting me, they make me able to face ‘tomorrow, inspiring me and encouraging me, daily. At the same time, that I have the discouraging voices, I have the inspirational voices, those of encouragement, keeping me going, from day to day.  They have become my best friends.  While I wouldn’t have admitted this, when I was younger, now that I have been humbled by this tragic occurrence, I am average!  It’s a hard egg to swallow.

Author's Note

Although this is true, it may not be grammatically correct. Please tell me.

Reviews

[Samuel Dickens]

This is interesting and quite readable, but as I think you may already know, it needs some work. If you're fairly new to this kind of writing, you must realize that we all start out bumpy, then get better with practice. Generally, I recommend that you write without so many commas and in a more straight forward fashion.