"If you had one wish, what would you wish for?" She asked the large group as they huddled in a circle, laying on top of one another. Early morning drew closer and they were all high on laughs and each other.
"Peace." One person said.
"Food!" Another yelled.
"Love." A third stated simply.
"I'd wish for a book." A fourth one said. "Full of everything about me, so I'll never forget. I want to know how others thought of me when I was younger, how I saw things when I was a baby, what made me happy, and what made me mad."
"I'd want a book, too." He said. "But this one would be full of conversations. All the conversations I was ever mentioned in. The ones about me being born, my teachers gossiping about me and other students, hell, even the ones about me before I was born. I just want to know what everyone's thoughts are about me."
"What about a different book." Another person said. "But inside this one was every lie you've been told, and who told it to you."
"No." She said. "I wouldn't want that."
"Why?" He asked.
"Why would I want a book full of 'I love you's and 'I don't care's? No. What I don't know won't kill me. I don't need to know that they never loved me, or never cared. I just need to be oblivious, because not knowing things is what makes the world go round. If everyone knew everything, there'd be no mystery, no happiness."
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Metanoia
Random(n) the journey of changing one's mind, heart, self, or way of life A collection of thoughts I've had, Stories I've written, Questions I've asked, And realizations I've made. Watch as I grow up and my thoughts change and my writing develops from 8th...
