Watching the fault in our stars earlier made me think about so things.
1. What is the point of living, if you just die in the end?
2. What is the point of dying, once you've lived?
3. What is the point of loving, if it just ends?
4. What is the point of anything, if everything can ruin it?
5. What will be the point of seeing the world when you grow up, if one day the world will end?
6. What is the point of beauty, if everyone has some form of it?
7. What is the point of having a funeral, if everyone has one?
Here are my answers:
1. Life. Life is something every living creature is granted. It is something that should be considered as a privilege not a common thing for everyone. Life is something that people take for granted and when something horrible happens, that's when they start to think about how precious life is. Ask someone who has cancer or someone who doesn't have long to live, how precious life is. Their answer will most likely be, 'Very.'
2. The point of dying isn't the end of life, it is leaving your body and life behind and starting over or doing things you never thought of. Death can either be a dream come true or it can be the worst thing imaginable. Some people are scared of death, but they shouldn't be. Death is a release from a world of hatred, a world of sickness, and a world of lies. Death is not something that should be feared, but loved. People in pain welcome it for they know it holds something that they don't have in this life. It holds something different for everyone. So welcome death, for it happens to everyone.
3. The point of loving isn't trying to see how many people you can say 'I love you' to, but how many people you say it to and really mean it. People these days say I love you too almost anyone, but it only has meaning if you really mean it. Loving someone can be the best thing in the world to a person, but at the same time it can ruin a person's life. Everyone is capable of loving someone, even if they don't know it at first. Even if love is a fictional thing created by humans to unite people, it has meaning to everyone and no one can take that away from us. Whether you live the same sex or the opposite sex, love is love and loving someone in your life means everything to some and little to others, but when it ends, love still means the same thing to people. No matter what.
4. Everything can be ruined and everything can be ruined by something. Love can be ruined by actions or by death and life may be ruined by the same things, but everything has a reason for being and everything can be anything. Therefore everything is anything and anything has a reason, whether it can be ruined or even destroyed, it has a reason.
5. The point of seeing the world isn't to impress people on the places you've been or getting people to like you, but to see it's beauty before it all ends. Even if the world's natural beauty is diminishing, some of it is still here. The world may end and our lives may end, but our memories will live on and that's were the real beauty is in our lives.
6. The point of beauty isn't that everyone has it, but what they choose to do with it. Some take their beauty and use it to get girls to sleep with them or to get guys to go out with them. Others use it for good and let it shine within them. These are the two kinds of people that define our world.
7. The point of having a funeral isn't for people to sit there and cry or sit there and talk about the person who has dies. No, a funeral is a way to honor the dead. A way to let them continue to live in your heart. A way to remember all the good times and all of the bad. A way to let them live on. And a way to let them be free of the iron grasp of the world, of control, and of live.
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Hope you guys think about what I just said. Luv ya <3.
~Mimikins~
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