by Ian Black

Created on: February 12, 2009   Last Updated: June 29, 2009

Do you ever take one little moment of your life and think..."What about tomorrow?"

I don't know, to be totally honest. I've never really sat down and thought about it. I prefer to just take the day as it comes. Life is short; and at some point in all our lives...something bad is going to happen. It will be like an invisible force has taken our most precious element away from us in the blink of an eye: our life. Something bad will - has - or will eventually happen.

I love everything about my life. I love that I have a house to live in; a family to live with, more importantly...a family that loves me in return. My dad was the one that insisted that I learn to read. I hated him for sitting me down in the living room of our house every afternoon, reading The Hobbit by J.R.R. Tolkien. It was like having a constant thorn in my side. I cried with endless pain and suffering, wishing that the torments of basic English would die in front of my eyes. But...actually bothering to read the story about a little Hobbit starting on a fabulous, dangerous, and dark journey across Middle Earth...I think, inevitably, that was my first direction into the wonderful world of reading and writing.

Now...I don't know if that was something that sparked a hidden talent in me, but what I do know for sure, is...If it weren't for my dad's persistance that I learn to read something...I may never have discovered the beauty of being able to write; not even being able to put my own imagination to paper. I know I should thank him at some point for implanting two great hobbies that have become something of a major passion of mine over the years...but right now...I don't know what's going to happen.

Life is a grand, mysterious adventure. When I was fourteen - perhaps younger - I never imagined that my life would turn out to be filled with dreams and ambitions of writing. I hated writing and reading as a youngster; I thought it was pointless, boring and torture. Now...Man, how my ignorace of such a magnificent thing has flourished into my life. If my path to a writing career is only just opening up possibilities for the future? Then that's Okay. I'll keep persevering until I reach my full, professional potential. Writing was definitely not something I saw as an ambition; but if something bad were to happen in the next couple of days that - drastically - wiped out all my knowledge of how to pick up a pen and write down my thoughts...I wouldn't know what I would do.

Now...I don't know what tomorrow if going

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