I wrote this in a haze of hot chocolate and classical music while re-reading little women.
Some times I wonder what would happen if the world would just pass on by, and I sit here idly. With nothing to my name, watching my existence crumble like dust in the wind. I sit and wonder on my rock that I call home relentlessly pondering my being in this world. I often ask myself if it is worth it. But then I remember the beautiful things life has to offer. Yes, it is filled with horrid things but the beauty of the bad makes it so much better and the reward for living through the terror and triumphing horrors is something I find mystifying. The beauty of this world is something we don't deserve so I shall spend the rest of my days fighting to do my passions, never relenting until life itself shall stop me head-on.
How did I do this?