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They say everyone dies twice. First is your physical body, second is when someone remembers you last. So, for that I guess that is why I write, of course other than that I enjoy writing and to entertain. I want to be remembered. There’s a part of me that doesn’t want to disappear once I’m gone. I wonder when I die, what will people remember me for? What will I leave behind for others? It’s something that fascinates me.
I want people to remember something from me, something I have written. Every time I write there is a part of me left in it. All my hopes, dreams and feelings are jotted down. Past, present, whoever I'll be, shall be known. I want people to hear me; show them the reality I see. Every thing I write from big to small, it keeps my memory safe. Then I wonder if any of you are hearing me.
I just don't want to disappear into some empty blank pages, I don't want to be scattered to the wind and not remembered. That be horrid.
Sometimes I wonder what and where I’d be doing if I didn’t pick up writing as a hobby. Who knows. But I know one thing I definitely wouldn't be the same as I am now. I know I have found my love for it and that can always fall back into writing, even after taking really long breaks. So, I’m quite glad I did. Writing is something that will keep me in people's minds.
At times I want to scream, are you hearing me!!?!! I hope some of you are.
Let me be a memory in people’s minds, I want to stay with you people. I know I’m stretching here but let me be stuck in people’s heads long after I’m gone. Let my words affect people. That is the dream.
My mark will be left on this world no matter how small.