Letter to the lonely,

Sometimes I imagine my own death. I wish for it to be swift and peaceful like merging into a calm warm pool of clear tropical waters. Walking into the deep darkness and being engulfed forever into nothingness. Can you imagine an existence where you don't have to contemplate your worth every day? Is it possible to just be happy and not feel guilty for wanting it so badly? In this day and age, we have to be satisfied, we have to make sacrifices, everything is a give and take; everything is about a compromise. When we die though, what is left of these balances? They are forgotten. No one remembers what made my grandmother laugh when she was five, no one will remember what angered my father when he was thirty-four, and no one will remember what made me cry today. Ages and time they will forget for they know no memory worth keeping. All of the daily trivialities that we subject ourselves to are just sparkles of energy in a universe that honestly doesn't give a damn. Yes, we can make it all seem so important. Yes, you are unique. Tomorrow, however, you, I, he, she�it doesn't matter. We're all still one more day closer to nothingness. Shouldn't that make us happy? Hehehehe. Ahhh.. sigh. Laugh. Be cynical.
It's okay.

-ME
03/31/02
21:33