Blah Blah Blah...No one cares, Rachel
I cry helpless on the floor,
Laugh moonlight nevermore...
Today Zack and I took the bus downtown Seattle, then we got on the ferry to Bremerton to go and visit my Grandma and Grandpa. My Grandparents are the coolest people in the world, and Zack loves them to. My Grandpa tells the best, funniest stories in the world, and my Grandma is the best cook and she made us homemade chicken stew.
On the ferry ride home I started thinking. I thought probably more then I have ever thought before. About deep things, about life, and specifically loss and purpose. Then I started thinking. What do people lose? Humans lose so much over a life time; Friends, Family, toys, hope, passion, Car keys, love, hate, happiness. People lose all of those things all the time. And it tares at you, brakes you down, rips you apart. Just living your life, losing all those things. I asked Zack what he has lost. His list was long, it amazed me, I’ve learned a lot about him. When I got home I wrote down my list of the things I have lost, and this is what I came up with.
I have lost my Self respect
I have lost my Body
I have lost my Voice
I have lost my Innocence
I have lost my Desire
I have lost my Hearing
I have lost my Self control
I have lost my Hair
I have lost my Faith
I have lost my Morals
I have lost my Friends
I have lost my Pets
I have lost my Admiration for my parents
I have lost my Appearance
I have lost my Approval
I have lost my Fight
I have lost my Boundaries
I have lost my Beauty
I have lost my Care
I have lost my Control
I have lost my Mind
I have lost my Grace
I have lost my Emotion
I have lost my Excuse
I have lost my Fantasy
I have lost my Fear
I have lost my Violence
I have lost my Shirt
I have lost my Pictures
I have lost my Memories
I have lost my Laughter
I have lost my Rose
After I thought about loss I started to think about purpose. What is a person’s passion? What is my calling? What drives me? What was a meant to be? Who was i meant to become? What difference will I make? So I asked Zack those questions, his answer fit him. So I go home and started thinking about what my answer would be. And this is what I decided:
My passion is to understand To figure out the world, and all the people in it. To understand the human mind and why it is this way. To understand why my friend is crying, so I can try to help. Or to understand why a man would kill another man. Or why humans cheat and lie. I want to know why there is love and hate. To understand people, and everything.
Laugh moonlight nevermore...
Today Zack and I took the bus downtown Seattle, then we got on the ferry to Bremerton to go and visit my Grandma and Grandpa. My Grandparents are the coolest people in the world, and Zack loves them to. My Grandpa tells the best, funniest stories in the world, and my Grandma is the best cook and she made us homemade chicken stew.
On the ferry ride home I started thinking. I thought probably more then I have ever thought before. About deep things, about life, and specifically loss and purpose. Then I started thinking. What do people lose? Humans lose so much over a life time; Friends, Family, toys, hope, passion, Car keys, love, hate, happiness. People lose all of those things all the time. And it tares at you, brakes you down, rips you apart. Just living your life, losing all those things. I asked Zack what he has lost. His list was long, it amazed me, I’ve learned a lot about him. When I got home I wrote down my list of the things I have lost, and this is what I came up with.
I have lost my Self respect
I have lost my Body
I have lost my Voice
I have lost my Innocence
I have lost my Desire
I have lost my Hearing
I have lost my Self control
I have lost my Hair
I have lost my Faith
I have lost my Morals
I have lost my Friends
I have lost my Pets
I have lost my Admiration for my parents
I have lost my Appearance
I have lost my Approval
I have lost my Fight
I have lost my Boundaries
I have lost my Beauty
I have lost my Care
I have lost my Control
I have lost my Mind
I have lost my Grace
I have lost my Emotion
I have lost my Excuse
I have lost my Fantasy
I have lost my Fear
I have lost my Violence
I have lost my Shirt
I have lost my Pictures
I have lost my Memories
I have lost my Laughter
I have lost my Rose
After I thought about loss I started to think about purpose. What is a person’s passion? What is my calling? What drives me? What was a meant to be? Who was i meant to become? What difference will I make? So I asked Zack those questions, his answer fit him. So I go home and started thinking about what my answer would be. And this is what I decided:
My passion is to understand To figure out the world, and all the people in it. To understand the human mind and why it is this way. To understand why my friend is crying, so I can try to help. Or to understand why a man would kill another man. Or why humans cheat and lie. I want to know why there is love and hate. To understand people, and everything.