2004-03-31 - 8:26 a.m. I write to not fear I write in this diary because I am afraid. I am afraid of losing my thoughts. I am afraid that things I think will be lost forever. How many times have you had a thought or idea, and then you�ve lost it. How many times have you had a memory that someone reminds you of. Before they remind you, though you lived it, it actually never happened to you. I guess I really feel that this life is burning up, like the days and hours and weeks fly by and there isn�t a point. Or if I stop remembering things that happen there won�t be a point to my life. And I really want my life to mean something when it�s over. I want it to at least have meant something to others, and I really think that we all want that. I think we all yearn to be part of something that is bigger than our school work, or out 9-5, or our family life. If someone asked you (as I am) to look back on your life what is the first thing you remember? When you look back on your life, what was the first image that came into your head? Was it eating breakfast? Riding on the Train? Drowning in a pool? Jumping on a Trampoline? Sitting in a hottub? What was your picture. Question: What did you wish it was instead? | |||||||||||
