Drabble Collection #1
In the silent night, Otulissa tends to her books within her hollow, studying her favorite topics and indulging in new studies to keep things fresh.
The lone owl lets out a soft sigh. She always enjoyed reading books, but a sudden fear dopped in her mind: that someday she will pass, and all the things she read and adored will fade away.
Next to her was a scroll and splattered ink. With a talon, she gently held a feather, tapped the ink with the tip, and began to write: "These words are mine. My words will soon be yours. Let these stories remain for future generations. Let your story be told."
I wish life would be a lot more simple.
Sure, if things were black and white, it would make life more bleak and stale. Opinions wouldn't matter and the human mind would falter.
But just think: if you knew what was right and what was wrong, what is good and what is bad, what you should and shouldn't do, it would make things so much simpler. You wouldn't have to worry if you're messing things up or doing something wrong. Life would be so much less stressful.
Then again, life wouldn't be so grand or meaningful. Creativity as we know it would just simply not exist in a world of black and white. It's stressful how things are becoming more and more complicated; I can understand why people want to go back to the simpler times.
I wish I could remove the need to socialize.
I know that as humans, we are naturally created to be social creatures. Without socialization, our minds start to wander and fade away from common sense. Socialization is unfortunately a human need, but not everyone wants to be social.
Think of people who have trouble socializing, like myself. It's moreso painful being social than being alone. And honestly: I wish I could just be happy alone and not have to worry about talking to people.
It's a shame how I always crave for attention; moreover, how embarrassing it is that I get jealous over people getting likes and comments on their social media posts or getting responses to their questions.
I wish I could just be happy alone, because in the end: all that you have left is yourself.
Isn't it sad that our lives could attain to nothing?
There's billions of people looming in the world, with billions and billions before us, and potentially billions after us. We all have one goal: survival.
Human instincts is drawn upon the concept of survival; however, making a legacy is another human concept we tend to disregard. Why? Because not everyone can make their legacy. Not everyone will even see your legacy.
Can you imagine how disheartening it would be, that all your life you tried to mark your thoughts, share your dreams, leave some photos for good measure, and when you die, there's a chance that no one will see it? It'll just lie there... accumulating dust and molding away to nothing.
So many legacies left undiscovered and untold; so many lives forgotten and thrown under the bus. And soon, I could be next.
I'm worried I won't make to 30.
I just sadly don't see much reason to be alive. It's nearly impossible trying to find reasons to live when there's so much bad and impending doom going on all around you.
All I can think of is running away, living the vagabond life. Just going wherever I want to go, not having to worry about a job or family, being at peace with nature.
But sadly I also think of dying. Whether it's by overdosing, someone shooting me, or jumping off a cliff, I just don't see myself alive for very long.
I may never understand what certain things feel like, such as love or the warm embrace of a hug, but I guess that's God's way of saying I don't deserve such things. Maybe being autistic really is a sin...
Let's face it: I wish there was an afterlife.
I know that we'll truly never know what will happen when we die, but I can understand why so many people try to theorize on it.
The scariest thing for me would be going to Hell. I'm scared I'd go to hell because of how I am, what I chose to be, and my current lifestyle. Why would God eternally punish those who choose not to worship him? Does that sound like a fair god to you? And no offense: but I would not want to spend an eternity with my grandmother; that sounds like hell to me.
Another scary thing would be if nothing happened. You die and well... that's it. It's all black. All void. Nothing. Just the thought of nothing is scary on it's own.
It would be nice if there was an afterlife. A place where you can relax as much as you want, feel safe, and live out any dreams, scenarios, or even past life memories all without fear or worry.
But sadly, all we can do is speculate...
Little one. Do you see all those white dots in the sky? Those are the stars.
...Mmm, already reaching out for them, are you? Your curious mind is always a pleasure to behold.
Do you know why they are there? Each star is a story, just waiting to be discovered. They say when you look at a star long enough, you'll get a glimpse of their dreams.
To think: there are so many stars out there, just wanting to be seen and heard. I know you can relate. You are like my little star, you know? Your story is just beginning to unfold, and soon people will discover it and want to learn more.
When things get rough, look up to the stars and reach for them. There, you'll find comfort that you aren't alone. I love you, little one...