What IS the point?
Really, what is the point? We all seem to be missing it, whatever it is.
I have spent this past week asking myself the question, "what is the point?" constantly, in everything I do. What is the point of waking up every single morning and going through the day doing close to the same thing I did the day before. What is the point of doing homework, talking to people and running errands? What's the point of hanging out with people and reading and learning and breathing? What is the point of going through the day just to get through the day? What is the point of going to class just so you can recieve credits? Does anything matter? Really, does it?
Today, I was asked to Prom by a cool kid, but he just came up and asked me rather than doing something "cute" like us silly, girly, romantic girls usually like. I was walking out of the school kind of sulking about it when I noticed a bunch of people setting up some sort of memorial. A boy from our school died. Just like that a life was gone. And I was sulking about the way I got asked to Prom. How self absorbed.
I didn't even know the boy other than seeing him in the halls everytime I'm at school, but my heart was, is, broken for his death. A kid from our school is gone. Going to a small school, this is a big deal because you notice the absence.
A life is just gone. What is the point? Life is so short. So preciouse. So fragile. So valuable. But why? What's the point? I know there is a point, there is SOMETHING...I just don't know what. Thousands of children die every day and no one even notices...what is the point?
I was smacked hard in the face today with the realization of how self absorbed I am, that we all are. With the realization that life is really, really short. With the realization that sometimes all that you can do is cry...you can't fix things or make people feel better when someone they love has died...they are just gone.
I still don't know what the point is...and I don't know how to find out or anything. Maybe there isn't a point to anything unless you make one...maybe the point is making the best of life without knowing the point. I just don't know anything. I don't understand life. I don't think anyone really does.
I feel like I am living in a tornado...it isn't real and I keep spinning around and around in circles. It feels like I am in a movie...is this real or just make believe?
And I cry "father, father, father...?!?!?!"
I have spent this past week asking myself the question, "what is the point?" constantly, in everything I do. What is the point of waking up every single morning and going through the day doing close to the same thing I did the day before. What is the point of doing homework, talking to people and running errands? What's the point of hanging out with people and reading and learning and breathing? What is the point of going through the day just to get through the day? What is the point of going to class just so you can recieve credits? Does anything matter? Really, does it?
Today, I was asked to Prom by a cool kid, but he just came up and asked me rather than doing something "cute" like us silly, girly, romantic girls usually like. I was walking out of the school kind of sulking about it when I noticed a bunch of people setting up some sort of memorial. A boy from our school died. Just like that a life was gone. And I was sulking about the way I got asked to Prom. How self absorbed.
I didn't even know the boy other than seeing him in the halls everytime I'm at school, but my heart was, is, broken for his death. A kid from our school is gone. Going to a small school, this is a big deal because you notice the absence.
A life is just gone. What is the point? Life is so short. So preciouse. So fragile. So valuable. But why? What's the point? I know there is a point, there is SOMETHING...I just don't know what. Thousands of children die every day and no one even notices...what is the point?
I was smacked hard in the face today with the realization of how self absorbed I am, that we all are. With the realization that life is really, really short. With the realization that sometimes all that you can do is cry...you can't fix things or make people feel better when someone they love has died...they are just gone.
I still don't know what the point is...and I don't know how to find out or anything. Maybe there isn't a point to anything unless you make one...maybe the point is making the best of life without knowing the point. I just don't know anything. I don't understand life. I don't think anyone really does.
I feel like I am living in a tornado...it isn't real and I keep spinning around and around in circles. It feels like I am in a movie...is this real or just make believe?
And I cry "father, father, father...?!?!?!"