https://www.charliecalixtoramos.com/the-memo daily 0.75 2025-06-01 https://www.charliecalixtoramos.com/the-memo/lost monthly 0.5 2025-06-01 https://images.squarespace-cdn.com/content/v1/66593ddb7e3d0d37bb3ec873/fa99b9cb-cbef-431b-a574-986f031e5cf4/processed_1000023915.jpg The Memo - LOST It was once, not that long ago, that I dreamed of a better life. Better is a subject term, and by most accounts, it does seem better. I graduated college last year, achieved my life long dream of becoming an engineer, started my engineering career. Not much to complain about, but deep down inside, I feel empty, lost. I am kind of just floating around waiting for time to pass, for the days to end, rolling over till the dawn, when I wake up at 4 am to go to work. I stopped dreaming, well not necessarily, I stopped dreaming while I’m awake. I find myself sleeping a lot more, spending a lot more time dreaming while I’m asleep. It’s something new to me, much like my surroundings. I’ve moved out of the city for a job, for a career; something I’ve regrated since the day I signed my lease. I used to be full of ambition in comparison to last year. I had a drive, an admission, but I look at myself now, and don’t see the man whom I wished to see last year. I barely know what to write, what to do, what to even look forward to tomorrow. There’s so much I haven’t done, haven’t loved, yet I still feel awful, quite horrible about myself. 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I miss the blossoms of spring. I miss the morning doves chirping in outside of my window, waking me up at the crack of dawn. I miss watching the sun rise on top of all of your manufactured mountains, The orangish glow that makes it way down the road. I miss looking out of my window, looking down at the people walking by. I miss the sounds of the train stopping nearby, the loud shrieking of pieces of metal sliding along each other. The round wheels shaving along the top each of the train tracks. I miss the flowers that used to bloom along this time of year. Along the cracks of the pavement, and of the building foundations, they some how manage to grow. 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