Have you ever just sat and wondered why you were put on this earth?
If you answered yes, great! Hold on one sec.
If your answer is no, I suggest you do that now.
Did you do it yet?
It's a weird thought, isn't it? Did you really have a clear answer?
If you answered no, then welcome to my never-ending thought process of hell. I know it probably doesn't bother you too much, but when I was asked this question, I was immediately plagued with the torture of wanting to know the answer.
It may make you wonder why a 16-year-old girl, such as myself, would ever fully indulge herself into figuring out the true meaning of her life.
It surprised me. That's for sure.
Now I know there are the obvious reasons. Like my mother wanted a child of her own, or maybe I was just put here to expand the human race.
Those are probably good enough reasons for anybody else, but my stupidly idiotic brain overthought the idea as always.
That was my flaw.
I was never simply satisfied with an answer. I always had to know more. I had to know why.
Maybe I was wrapped up in some teenage fantasy, but I was really starting to believe that everyone had a purpose in their life, like they were put here to do something to help the world.
Call me crazy, but I liked that idea.
So if you want to continue on and hear about my quest to know if I was put here for a reason, then be my guest.
But let me warn you, it will be a wild ride.
