At the age of 14, I began keeping a journal by my bedside.

Every night I would write to a son somewhere in the distant future so I would remember what it was like to be growing up. I didn’t want time to alter my vision for better or worse. My unborn son was my companion and confidant and, someday, I would be his. We would find strength and support in knowing what time doesn’t change… and what it does.┬áThere were poems, essays, philosophical musings, arrogance, beauty and pain.

Perhaps when all is said and done I will have collected fuel for a bonfire, or perhaps I will have fueled a fire in the hearts of those who long to but dare not live every day, minute by minute, according to the voice within.

– Anton Uhl –

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