Category : Articles
Sub Category : Lifestyle
I sadly do not write for you. I don't write for myself. I don't write for the future. I write whenever I get the inspiration for it, as few and far between I thought it would come. I do not write for anything I will ever see. I write about it but that's not what I write for.
We come into this world, this passing point through wherever we start to whatever afterlife we get. Some think it's heaven others think it's hell. Some think that we only go in a circle and come back to Earth again. Some even go to the great lengths to say that this is it, there's nothing more. Some think we'll come back as spirits to guide the living, some think we'll never see them again.
Because there is no certain answer to this some, as myself at one point, come to the conclusion that no matter what we do, our actions will ultimately mean nothing. That if we did today, we'll have the funeral next week, then next year everyone will forget that we've even walked the Earth. That is why I want to write. So that if I were to suddenly disappear off the face of the Earth, I'd leave a little piece of my soul behind. So no matter what is next I'll live on. I know I'm only 14 and shouldn't really be thinking about this much, but this has been on my mind after taking a shower yesterday and damn I had to write about it. I write for the little piece of my soul to live in when my body dies.
I don't intend for this to have a sour aftertaste, or a sorrowful feel that ruins your morning. This is something I've needed to do to remind myself of why I've started writing. So on that note, my little brother was eating spaghetti and I got him to laugh mid swallow. He coughed then sneezed at the same time. Noodles came out of his nose. Way better then milk. Have a good day!