so.
everyday after school I take a friend named Sam home. and it’s kind if wierd sometimes. I mean, were really good friends and all..but he’s really intimidating when he is in his usual broody mood..it feels like I can’t be myself around him.
anyways..in the beginning of the car ride we talk about each others day and how it went and what were doing later..blah blah..but then we always seem to get into these deep conversations. and they always get me thinking about life.
today the conversation was about the future. I’m not talking about college and jobs..but more like death and family.
on the topic of death..sam posed the question “why are you even still here”? and it just got me thinking that whenever I’m down..and thinking that the life I have now isn’t as groovy as I wish that it was..that my purpose hasn’t even been fufilled yet. or has it? maybe my time is going to be up tomorrow. or maybe I’ll die when I’m as wrinkled as a prune. the truth is that the unknown is what scares me the most in life.
we all have fears. and I just let you all know mine. it’s hard for me to be vulnerable. but perhaps some grand moment of clarity will be thrust upon me. who knows? no one knows. it’s the unknown.
the end
