"Memory breeds in me strange loneliness."
Prologue
Sometimes people just drift. Drifting can often be considered wasteful, but sometimes it's necessary to get to where you're going next. Sort of like laughing at a joke no one else seems to get or hearing a piano piece that only makes you cry, while the rest of the audience looks at you like your weak for feeling something. Sometimes people stop understanding anything outside of their own reality. They stop believing in signs and miracles. That's what I never wanted for myself, but that's what happened. I dropped my tissue and didn't pick it up for a while, for fear someone would see me. It's like being frozen in time, looking out of a window and seeing people who never stop moving. We sit still for so long we forget what animated us to begin with. We wake up eventually, wondering if it's too late. People say it's never too late, even the ones that have stopped believing. There must be something to all this talking, if not then why did we ever think it aloud. Purpose is what we all yearn for, but I think sometimes being alive and in the moment is all we are really here for. We slept, woke up, smiled, laughed, and cried, all to know something we didn't before. The process of living, well, it never ends. Even after we've taken our last breath, we are remembered by someone. And if we are not remembered by people, the earth knows we were once here.