So when I was in 8th grade my Aunt was hit and killed by a drunk driver. My parents had seen it on the news and they didn’t know it was her until my grandpa had called and told us. She was a CSUN student and only 19 years old. The details of the accident are horrific but it just makes me think about how life can be so short. You know, some of us (including me) sit and whine about how life sucks, and how much we wish it were over but life… it’s just so.. so fragile. Life can be taken away from us at any given moment, and death can creep up behind us and come when we least expect it.

I used to think, “What’s the point of living if we just die in the end?” If death’s a given? If death is inevitable what’s the point of all of this? I still don’t know what my purpose in life is but I know that I’m bound to go somewhere in life. I guess somewhere in between being born and dying… we find love, we find friendship, and we find the meaning of those things as well. I guess we’re supposed to live life and find the meaning behind everything. Does this make sense?

We come and we go. We leave our mark, and then we go.

I don’t know, I was just looking up articles about my aunt and it just made me think. You know, she was far beyond ready to leave this world. It was just the beginning for her. It just comes to show that we shouldn’t take life for granted because we can lose it when we least expect it. We should also cherish those around us because we never know when they might leave… when God might need them back.