January 10th 2012
Why is everyone so obsessed with the ‘meaning’ behind things? They’ll look at concrete and associate it with the ‘strength’ of mankind or something. I don't get it. I look at concrete and see… Well… Concrete. What's with people like that? Why are they so desprete to find meaning in everything? Today Dad was talking about how they had the brides maids wear blue dresses at his and Mums wedding. Saying that the blue represented the serenity and purity of their marriage. I don't understand. If it were me I would have picked blue because it's a pretty colour. No other reason. Is there something wrong with the way my brain works? Why can't I see these ‘meanings’ in everything? Or is it everyone else that’s got something wrong with them? But isn't there something wrong with how all of us work? The way I think, Niko being deaf, Lyrica not being able to speak publicly, my parents arguing. I don't understand. Why were we not all made perfect? Why do mental illnesses, normal illnesses and disabilities exist? If God created us, did he create these things too? If we were created by a stars explosion, does that mean stars create bad things too? On that note, how were stars created? Did they just, appear someday? And what was the universe before anything existed? A endless abyss of nothing? But what created that abyss?
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Question Everything - A Diary Of Thoughts
Teen Fiction15 and a half year old Shira is a normal girl with a deep mind and a deaf brother. She decides to keep a diary of her thoughts on life as her new years resolution. (currently in editing and unfinished)
