The Scrawled Lyric “It’S Time To Move On, Time To Get Going” Found Written In A Hotel Bible

April 1, 2025

As I flipped through the pages of the dusty hotel Bible, searching for a quiet moment to reflect, my eyes caught a glimpse of something unusual. Scrawled in black ink, in a hasty yet purposeful handwriting, were the words, “It’s time to move on, time to get going.” It was then that I realized these words were not just a random message; they felt like a call to action echoing through the silence of the room. It was a simple phrase, yet it resonated deeply with me, stirring something within my heart.

The hotel was nothing special, just a roadside stop where I had decided to rest my weary head during a long trip. I had been on the road for weeks, playing small gigs and dreaming of the day when I might perform in front of a crowd that truly appreciated my music. But lately, that dream seemed out of reach. I felt stuck, ensnared by self-doubt and fear of failure. The thought of moving on felt daunting, as if I were standing at the edge of a cliff with no idea what lay below.

That lyric reminded me of the singer-songwriter who had once inspired me, the legendary folk artist Paul Simon. He had faced his share of setbacks, from being labeled a failure early in his career to enduring a painful breakup that shook him deeply. Yet, he always found a way to channel his experiences into poignant songs that resonated with people. It was through his trials that he transformed, moving on to create music that would touch the hearts of millions. I realized that if he could find the strength to move forward, perhaps I could too.

With renewed determination, I picked up my guitar and began to write. The words flowed easily, like a river breaking free from a dam. Through my lyrics, I poured out my struggles and fears, transforming them into an anthem of resilience and hope. I sang about the power of letting go, about the beauty that lay in new beginnings. It didn’t matter if my audience was small; what mattered was the passion I felt in my heart. That night, I performed at a local café, my voice filling the room with a raw energy I had never experienced before.

Weeks turned into months, and I found myself on stage more often, sharing my music and connecting with people in ways I had only dreamed of. Each performance became a stepping stone, a testament to the strength of moving on. My music began to gain traction, and soon, I was invited to open for more established artists. The same words that had once felt like a burden now propelled me forward, guiding me to embrace change and take risks.

Looking back, I see the hotel Bible as a turning point in my journey. Those simple words became a mantra, reminding me that life continuously evolves, just like music. Every note, every strum of my guitar, carried the weight of my experiences and the light of my dreams. I learned that moving on doesn’t mean forgetting your past; it means using it as fuel to create something beautiful. The world is vast, and with each new song, I’m reminded that it’s time to move on, time to get going—and that’s exactly what I intend to do.