where do we go from here?
Ithink a lot about the nature of life lately. I don't know why, but all of the sudden I realize how truly short life is. How meaningless it is. How in the end most of doesn't matter much. But we go through the motions, trying to make it worthwhile. We make and break relationship, write down thoughts and feelings, and try to become immortal in whatever way that we can. Does it mean anything? Or is it just not worth it? I don't know. I have been having a tough time ever since my grandmother died. There are so many things about her that I didn't know. Things that I now wish I could have asked her. Will my kids and grandkids feel the same? Will all my experiences and thoughts and feelings just fade away? Will it be worth it to save them? Write them down? Or is it.just a selfish exercise in trying to stay alive?