WRITE

It was a good time to start writing, he thought. He had a lot of idea's that he figured were quite good and it was the time to get it all written down on paper and make something of these thoughts that were spinning in his head the last few years. So he got to writing. He wrote for days and days which turned into months and months. Years later he was still writing.

As he went through life, he came to realize that he would not be able to do anything with these writings he had made his life's work in previous years. Life had changed quite drastically as to how he had thought it would be for him. So one day he went to a remote spot out in the country and buried his writings in an old trunk. He kept a map to the exact spot where he buried his writings all his life. When he died, his son found the map and set off on his journey to find whatever this map led to, as it told nothing as to what was buried at that spot.

The son put the map in his car the night before he was to set out to on this trek and went to sleep anticipating what he would find. Though there were magnificent things to be found in this trunk, they were just not meant to be found by the son. In the middle of the night, the son's car was broken into. No witnesses and when the son arrived to the car, there was no map.

To this day the old chest full of the man's writings is still buried in some remote spot out in the country waiting to be found. The man never talked about details when it came to the writings, only that they would be found when they were meant to be found.

Unfortunately it came to be that the son wasn't meant to find the writings.