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. There 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 –