As I drank my tea this morning, I realised, my iPad has become, a storage devise. A storage space for poems, stories, recipes, pictures, exercises and general useless information.
I thought, back to the days, I used to buy, every magazine imaginable. I had my favourites though; Cosmopolitan, De Kat, Rooi Rose, Fair Lady, Vanity Fair, Harpers Bazaar etc. With respect, I will turn each page, smelling the new pages and the ink. I would read it, from back to front, then front to back, just for in case I’ve missed something. When everything has been read, I did the crosswords, and just before the next issue was due, I would store the magazine in the spare room. I kept every edition, because maybe, one day, I will bake that cake, make that dress, decorate the lounge, go to Italy or need the information contained in the glorious, glossy pages.
It is sad to say, I never, went back to those glorious pages of heaven, once the magazine was placed in storage. I only looked at it, again, when we were packing, to move. The Mackem and I had a huge fight, about moving the books, which by this time, have filled the spare room, in neat little piles, sorted by name, and date, dating back 15 years, plus. I lost the fight and left a room full of, one days, in my old house.
Now, staring at ever increasing, memory size iPad, I realise I am doing the same thing, I am storing, one days. One day, I will do that. One day…
I guess what I am trying to say, is in reflection, maybe I am storing dreams. Castles, in the sky dreams, but still dreams. What if, I stop dreaming and just do it? What would happen? What will the price be? What will the award be?
I finished my, cup of tea, looked at the clock and realized I am late for work.
Yes, maybe, One Day.