Seven Minutes After I Die

Miles to Achieve: A Journey beyond Time

You may think, "Anna is happy," but who knows the tears behind every mask? Who? It's me-I know the tears behind my mask. I, alone. It's really painful, yet the memories I collected on my very first day at college heal me. They were a balm to my heart. The best way to escape from pain is to do what you like instead. Make yourself occupied with things. Have a passion for it-that is what helps me forget the great trauma.

I headed to my room, which has held me for so long. I recollected all the memories of my very first day at university. You can feel it when you see a long black line, which differs for each country, dark and light. I felt bad for hurting my parents like this, yet I know that I'm not going to be alive for much longer, so why this pain? Why this suffering? My life should inspire people, even though I don't have much time left in this mortal world. Still, I want to use the time I have.

It hurts to see death and how their memories are erased completely from this world. That is what inspires me to go on... Mine is not miles to go before I sleep; instead, it is miles to achieve before I sleep.

No matter how the world sees me, I know myself. I know the pathway to success, and surely I'll reach it. Sometimes I question myself for staying away from my family, even though I know I don't have many days left. But what would I do if I stayed at home? More frustration. Keeping yourself busy is the best way to heal your inner traumas.

I have two options: one is surrounding myself with memories of my family, and the other is surrounding myself with new faces. I chose new faces, even though I know my days won't be as nice as they would be with my family. Still, I choose to live with new faces, new experiences. People gain experience to make their future better. But what is the future in my life?