I haven't written in so long. I hope I remember how to write.
So as I was falling asleep this afternoon, I started thinking about my existence.[and then I fell asleep (How do I remember that? I have no idea)] Why am I alive? I'm not saying this in the depressed, suicidal way that I normally do. I'm saying this in a, y'know, contemplating kind of way, I guess. What is the point of my existence? What is the meaning of life? What is my purpose in this world? What do I have to contribute to it? Is everyone sent to this world to actually do something remarkable, or are only a select few responsible for changing the world? If it is, I want to be one of those people. I don't want to "change the world" or whatever, but I want to do something great. I want to leave a mark. I want people I don't know a few decades later saying, "Oh, yeah, she's great!". "...it's easy enough to win over people you meet. But getting strangers to love you...now,that's the trick." - Gus Waters. And although the point of the book was him learning that the marks you make on the people you know and love is just as amazing and heroic as the ones you make on the world, I still believe in that phrase. I still want that. I'm not saying I want to be famous, or anything. I just want to be recognized. And respected. By a considerable amount of people.
Maybe we don't know what the meaning of life is. Maybe it's too deep for mere mortals like us to understand. But I think the point is to try and figure it out together.
Why do I feel like this post doesn't have a point? Have I forgotten how to write? Because that would suck.
