Walking away from your home on an afternoon sunset, passing through the fields of your subdivision. People pass by, greet you an afternoon. It is is quiet, and even if you're alone, you feel like you have company with you. You walk to your friend's house, to play with them after a long time. They greet you with punches, greetings, and insults. It's okay, because you know it's just their way of being friendly. You play some football on the streets, having fun. You also played badminton, but since everyone sucks, the shuttlecock went into a tree. Instead of feeling sad, everyone thought of a great solution. Yeet your rackets at the tree. Well, It worked the first time. The next it didnt fall down, but it's okay. You just play dodgeball, and basketball. You play until 5:30. You walk home, looking at the sun going down the horizon. You think of everyone on the planet, experiencing today a different way.
When you get home, you study for your upcoming lesson tomorrow morning. You put on some nostalgic music, and think of how many good times you had with the boys. You made a mannequin throw a middle finger, going into a shop without buying anything, and looking cool asf. You then rememember that you liked reading books. So instead, you write a book. Today just hits. It is 8:15 P.M. You and your parents pray the daily rosary together. After, you play a little with your sister on roblox. Since your sister cant come home this weekend, so you just call online. You play barbie dream house, since that's the only game your sister really only plays.
You remember your dead sibling in heaven. Joseph. You wonder what would have happened if he was still alive. You wonder how your life would change if he were still here. You realize you only miss things when they're gone. Even if you never met Joseph, you feel a pang of sadness, knowing you could've had a brother. But this is all in God's plan. You soon fall asleep, feeling sad, happy, and nostalgic. You dream about sibling love, arguments, and forgiveness.
Goodnight.
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Days When Life, Just Hits.
Non-FictionY'know, some days life just hits. This is a compilation of these days from my life.