A common question in this world is: why do we exist? No, not how. Many people waste there lives away debating with peers and strangers that evolution is the answer, or that evolution can't be true because God made each of us and put us on this Earth- but how selfish could you be to think it is important? It does't matter what happened billions of years ago. You, as an individual, are born a small, happy baby, untouched by societies claws; unmarked by the chains of life that tell you who to be and how you should do it, and then you die. Thats it. There is no way to sugarcoat the inevitable circle of life. For some it may come sooner or later, some by choice or the inevitable and unavoidable, some young or old, and it seems that it's always undeserved and too early- but they're wrong. When a person dies whether they are 120 years old, or less than a day old, it's so they can move onto bigger and better things. I'm no expert and never have claimed to be, but no matter what anyone says to you while you both are still living and breathing, how could you possibly know what comes after death? You could completely start over as a new person from rebirthing, be sorted into heaven or hell and spend the rest of eternity watching the people who still have their lives and helping or hurting them, or it could just be an empty and dark abyss of nothingness. How do you know if you never take a chance? Why be afraid of your imminent death when there are so many possibilities to prove and disprove? I have learned to accept this over time and I'm not afraid anymore. If you are given the chance to live and breathe, whether it be from evolution, god, or other; live life to it's fullest. Much to common belief, 'living to the fullest' isn't just squeezing as many days of extra time into your life, it's taking chances and risks, being yourself no matter what this bullshit society says, laughing at yourself and with others, holding onto memories while embracing the future, and simply making yourself happy. Overtime I have had good times and bad times, and overall enjoyed my life, but there is always a permanent longing, a permanent pain in my chest, as I carry myself from place to place. The feeling is what I can only describe as a heavy feeling clawing away at me and slowly shaving my soulfulness into oblivion leaving me as an empty shell. I don't blame you, or any one else for this feeling, because it is truly my fault. Because of my choices in life, I have realized that I am slowly falling downhill, and as is, it will never stop. The downward spiral may slow for a while, but it never freezes or reverses, and this is why I had to write this. After some serious reflection I have come across my own theory of why we exist. To fly. And to take flight, I need to stop this curiosity and longing feeling that never actually goes away. I need to find my wings and soar out with the hopes of new beginnings in whatever way it shall come. For now, it's my turn to take flight and never look back, but tomorrow it could be yours. Don't take any moment for granted and don't waste your time arguing about the little things like how humans actually came to be because it is never worth it in the long run, and please, I beg of you, never blame my heavyhearted feelings on yourself because that feeling was only me growing my wings. Hopefully after a very long time, you'll grow yours too, but for now I need to fly…
See you soon.
Xx