November 30, 2013
Dear Charlie,
It's one thing to be alive, but another thing to really be living. And with that we can ask: how do we really live? And I think that everyone has a purpose for being on this earth, you just have to find it. And once you figure out your reason for your existence, you can begin to try to live peacefully. But unfortunately life is full of suffering. And how to escape this labyrinth can only be answered with forgiveness. If only we can find it in our hearts.
I have two different kinds of friends. My school friends and my summer friends. My summer friends are more like family though. And they're all mostly older than me. But I can honestly say that most of them really showed me what living was. Even though a lot of them have struggled through life.
Last night was Dom's 18th birthday and I was invited to a little party at her house. We went outside and it was dark. But it was a clear night. And you could stare at every single star for ages. And for a long time, I tried to find all of their connections.
Bruno taught me how to start a fire and we watched the flames as if they held the answer to our future. And after a while, he started asking me questions about what I thought my future would be. And they were kind of hard to answer.
Christien came and put a blanket over us and that's when the music started. But I didn't dance. I just sat and asked questions and gave answers and carried out conversations.
And that's when Bruno told me about his past. And how when he was a kid he went on this road trip with his family. And everyone was in the car. And they were driving on a bridge when the car swerved and fell into an ocean. And the car sunk. But he survived.
Everyone else in the car though had died that slow suffocating death and drowned in that ocean. And he was shattered, internally and externally. And he stopped talking to people. And he dreamt the same dream of him drowning over and over again. And their was no mom or dad to fix it.
But that's when Bruno said he really started living. When he saw how close death was.
Love always, Alia
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