|Who want's to live forever? I do.
||[Jul. 30th, 2006|11:14 pm]
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I was thinking about things today, about people that I miss. People that I'll probably always miss no matter how many times I see them and I became really sad. I don't think I'll ever get them back. But I also know that it's time to stop being selfish and let it all go. I say I've let it all go, but I know I really haven't...
I started reading the book Pandora by Anne Rice and it as well is making me sad. You know, vampires are immortal and I suppose it made me sad because I'll never be immortal. I want to live life so bad and it seems like right now I'll die before I ever get to do it. I'll be dead so I won't know it, but right now it pisses me off and makes me that sickeningly numb feeling when I think about it.
I know I shouldn't think about it. But it's hard when my book and movies revolve around it. And no, I won't stop reading them just because. I just hope against hope that I live to be 103. I want my grand-children to have grand-children, I want to tell stories and have a huge history to tell to them about myself.
I'm asking a lot, I know. Or I'm just being really stupid.
Tomorrow, and tomorrow, and tomorrow,
Creeps in this petty pace from day to day
To the last syllable of recorded time,
And all our yesterdays have lighted fools
The way to dusty death. Out, out, brief candle!
Life's but a walking shadow, a poor player,
That struts and frets his hour upon the stage,
And then is heard no more; it is a tale
Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury,
Damn Book. Damn Shakespeare.