What Is The Present Without You?

Without these moments of human interaction, what do we truly have? You are important to this world.

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“Whispering ghost softly speaking to my heart”

I jot this sentence down quickly in my small pocket journal. I read it three times in a row, trying to understand the meaning of it.

Maybe we aren’t alone. Maybe our ancestors are here with us.

Are we supposed to listen to them, or are they trying to misguide us?

I close my journal and gently put it back in my front right pocket, along with a small black pen. I keep on walking at a gentle pace.

I am at a park with trees to the left and right of me. I stare at the green leaves and it makes me wonder if we all are leaves, floating in the air holding on tight, and the moment we fall off and gently float to the ground is when we will rot and disappear into the air, into the universe.

Nature humbles me and that is why I spend time in it, and that is why I take my family with me.

I am alone on this walk, and as people pass me by I am looking into their eyes. One by one I smile and wave, some people look and smile, but most do not look.

People always seem busy, but why? This is it. This is the most important career that you will ever have. Living.

I tend to overthink and I get lost in my thoughts. Snap out of it! I say to myself out loud. I take a deep breath in and exhale. I love breathing in that clean air.

Is the air really that clean? There I go again. Even though I look like I have nowhere to be and I am acting relaxed, and pondering away, I actually have to be somewhere important.

This important place that I have to be at is a place called “Falling Into Pumpkins”

It’s a silly name, but it is an annual festival our community does that takes place every year in the month of September and gets everyone prepped for October’s Halloween.

I am the person setting up the stage for live music performances and I am also the one who has to find the right musicians to create the pre-halloween mood.

I make a right on this sidewalk in the park and cross over a beautiful small wooden bridge, and underneath me, sparkling clear water is passing.

I love the sound of moving water.

I am almost at the festival, and I can see people setting up tents.

I think to myself “Nothing lasts forever, I know this, and it saddens me at times, but it also is the reason why I love so deeply.”

This is a short fiction writing. Thank you for reading. I appreciate you.

This is an addition to my first and second short fiction stories.

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