The River Runs Through My Valley

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Memoir  |  House: Booksie Classic

I am a solitary man, in a world of isolated souls. I am devoid of the accoutrements of power and wealth, empowered only by my mind, and emboldened only by my tenacity, a trait bestowed by the legacy of pride and honor transported across the Rio Grande in the souls of simple people, yearning to be free, whose names and faces are now forgotten, beneath the decaying, tilting headstones in abandoned and neglected fields of memories, in a place by the river that runs through my valley.

THE RIVER RUNS THROUGH MY VALLEY

By Al Garcia

I am a solitary man, in a world of isolated souls.  I am devoid of the accoutrements of power and wealth, empowered only by my mind, and emboldened only by my tenacity, a trait bestowed by the legacy of pride and honor transported across the Rio Grande in the souls of simple people, yearning to be free, whose names and faces are now forgotten, beneath the decaying, tilting headstones in abandoned and neglected fields of memories, in a place by the river that runs through my valley.

How foolish to have been young and not have known the stock from which I come.  I was too vain, and much too arrogant, to understand, much less appreciate, the sacrifice and grief, character and strength, that flows inside my veins.  My only thought when I was young, was to escape the boundaries of my existence.  My longing simply to obscure and mask the humbleness around me, and be accepted and not rejected.  I learned too well to hide myself behind the banalities of youth.  Like anyone my age back then, I simply wanted to belong.

And in the end, I failed, I guess.  I was a loner, not a leader.  I was quiet and reserved, not outgoing or outspoken.  I was the opposite of everything I saw and envied in those around me.  I stayed within the boundaries of my social class.  And I felt cheated and betrayed by a world that favored those with privileges I did not have.  And I didn’t know I had phases yet to live that would eventually define and complete who I would be.

Phases of our lives.  I learned we each go through our own evolving stages and phases.  I was no exception, except no one told me, no one warned me.

There was, of course, my youthful frivolity.  Followed shortly thereafter by my psychoanalytic phase, where I looked into my unconscious mind, trying to find meaning as to how and why it was influencing my thoughts and my behaviors.  Then followed my pseudosophisicated phase, where I just acted weird, but with a little bit of style.  And finally, there is the phase I am in today, where I can begin to see the sun setting in the horizon by the river that runs through my valley.

This phase I find the most rewarding, and the most revealing of them all.  For now, I can sit back and look at all the years and all the things I did and said.  And I feel content and complete, and finally free to be who I am, without regrets.

I now have the time and the wisdom to appreciate my past.  And I walk the abandoned and neglected fields of memories I had left untended, and I search the forgotten and decaying headstones for the names and my connection to those in my forgotten past, who once walked along the river that runs through my valley.  I am back by the river where everything began, and to a place where memories never die.


Submitted: June 23, 2021

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