Story of a Human Being

After the tour I took a break from my musical career.

My ten-year-old daughter and I took refuge on a Caribbean island, in a luxury hotel with an ocean view. We spent our days by the ocean.

At 30 years old, I enjoyed the cool weather by the deep sea. Birds flew in the sky over the sea. I sat on the shore with my typewriter and a bottle of wine, writing about my past life, although I wasn't feeling well.

I was inspired to write about my life ruined by death, solitude, and bereavement, but recovered by my daughter's existence.

I looked up to the sky and then glanced at my little girl, who had inherited her mother's long blond hair, blue eyes, and beautiful smile.

My daughter played alone, building a castle with the sand by the ocean. She reminded me of Peggy every time I looked at her, especially when she smiled.

I sat there writing about my life, love, loneliness, loss, but particularly about my past. I considered life to be a beautiful naked woman who is searching for love.

"Living today is to think of death constantly," I typed. "I am not a writer but, a drifter. Like always, everybody has a story to tell about life."

"This is the fairy-tale of my life, a drama. A tragedy that will never end until the day I give up the ghost. However, if only I knew why," I typed.

"If there was one thing that I learned about life, it was to have a dream and keep on dreaming-" I typed on my old typewriter. "My dream kept me alive during the period of my embarrassment, isolation, and sorrow. I also realized that life is a game. An easy and a thorny game. You could be a winner at the same time a loser. But mostly you are a loser if you don't have strength and confidence in yourself."

I had a brief writer's block and then continued.

"Now I am unsure what else life has left to astonish me… Although, I think I am ready to comprehend. For now, let me pour a glass of wine…" I typed.

All of sudden I lost consciousness. Before my eyes was a shining light as sweat covered my body. I found myself in a bed covered only with white sheets matching this foggy room. I noticed next to me in the bed the shadow of a violin resting under the sheet. Then I heard a woman's voice calling, "Carter, Carter," as if she were crying and lost.

I looked all around this foggy room. I saw a shadow of myself standing by the bed like a ghost watching me as the woman's voice kept crying, "Carter, Carter…"