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I have belief in the inevitable. Inevitably you will find someone or something that will give your life purpose and meaning if only you have the strength to hold on long enough to discover who or what that may be. There is always something waiting, inevitably.
I wonder about everything. Truth, lies, good, bad, and every other element this world has to offer. Its all meaningless, but so significant. I don't know what I would do with the answers, but I feel it's important to have them.
The train of life makes few stops, lets few on, but lets many off. Long for some, short for others, but fast for all. It speeds by, a blur letting passengers continue to live without much thought or further action until their stop arrives.
My station in life is that of an inbetweener. I've just finished high school and I'm entering college with no direction or purpose in life. I am in the station of the unknown; the disconnected are my brethren. I have no idea how to determine my meaning or ideas, but I'm content to sit back and learn while I carry on with summer.
I've been embraced by love, understanding, and acceptance after my 18 years of life. I have learned to love, to understand, and accept others for what they do and how they do it. I have embraced expression and learning as a way of life. I have embraced in passion and love.
Beloved is how we consider our closest friends, our favorite relative, or the teacher who changed our lives. A pet, a toy, a childhood memory, they can all be beloved so long as they have influenced our lives or remain prominent in our thoughts and actions.
I've never actually been to a funeral because of my lack of experience with death. We had a memorial for my grandfather and sent a balloon in the shape of a motorcycle up into the air because he wanted one so badly. I don't remember much about it except that my family friend was on her phone and laughing during the speeches.
I feel like I'm stuck in a corner some days. Everything is pushing me in a different direction and it's not possible to escape. Triangles have 3 corners and sometimes I feel like I'm trapped in a triangle because I have nowhere to turn as I am stuck and have no options.
Forgetting is the act of unconsciously disregarding something that may or may not be important. It could be a moment that shaped our lives or simply made us choose one cereal brand over another. It could be moving on or letting go or simply neglecting to care anymore about our old crush's favorite shoes.
I've always wished I could paint. anything, anywhere, at any time. i want it to look like a painting, but i want it to look real. i want people to look at it and feel a variety of different emotions because it means something different to every person. i want it to mean something to everyone.
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