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I'm tired, and sad.
A friend of mine that I was close with at one point died last week in a plane crash. They have no idea what happened. The plane just went down. I don't know, it's just awful, and I don't understand it. How can people so young, full of life, and on fire for God just be gone like that? In an instant he passed away. It doesn't make any sense.

He will be missed by so many people.
R.I.P. Luke Sheets

A man dies.
Does anybody miss him?
Is he suppose to be forever alone, even into death?
That hardly seems fair. And what does he have to show for his life?
Did he leave a legacy?
Why do we have to live? So that we can die?
Life. A strange concept when it comes to such early demise.
So much left, yet all of it gone.
Slipped through like the sands of an hour glass.
Not even to go into someone else's hour glass.
Just to sit there, useless, needed by so many, yet wasting away.
I guess that that is what is meant by "life's not fair."

I'm in a mood...

I have been in this mood lately...I want to say that it is an artistic mood, but I am not artistic in most ways. I do write, and I love to do that, but at what point is it called art? I know that I consider literature art, but is it only the good books that I find artistic? Haven't thought about that much.

I like to write short stories. It is quite fun making up a mini world of your own. Right now I am working on one large story and failing at finishing all of my little ones. I think I am going to start putting them up on one of my other blogs more often so that way I feel like they have to get done.

My short stories come from my dreams. When I was little, my mom would always pray that we would have a peaceful sleep with no dreams. One night it was my turn to pray and I prayed that I would a peaceful night with nice dreams. My mom about flipped on that one. I had to explain to her that I really liked my dreams. That they were like stories or movies that I got to watch every night. I was glad that she understood because that ended up being our new prayer every night. Sure, I will occasionally have a bad dream, but if I wake up and there was not a happy ending, I will go back to sleep if I don't have to be at work or school.

I thought it was funny when Stephanie Meyer said that the Twilight series was derived from one of her dreams. I thought it was ridiculous that she dreamt about a sparkly vampire falling in love with a human and that she then decided to make a book out of that! But then I realized that that was, in fact, brilliant! I dream in stories anyway, why not write them down. Who knows....maybe one of them will turn into a mega hit like Twilight...although, I just write for pure fun :)

I am about to go add a bit to my Julianna Hope story. Ciao for now!

and then i come to the realization that i am not alone.

edit:: wow, i was trying to put "and then i come to the realization that i am alone"...i wrote that without even thinking. obviously my subconscious knows that i am not alone. that's good to know :)

I Don't Know What the Point Is....

But I wanted to type this out anyway. Yesterday I was at Gap where I am a sales associate. I was working in the Body department when this lady came in. And I can't remember what happened because I am finishing this post several days later and have no idea what I was going to post!

What if I had thought about it?

I just found out on Facebook that someone I know got air flown to a local hospital because of a longboarding accident. It's odd because last week while I was at work this girl came up to me and said hi and said that she was his sister and that she remembered me from high school. I can tell you that I have never seen this girl before, let alone met her (as far as I can remember). My mom use to tell me that when something strange like that happens that I should send up a little prayer for them and the people related to the situation. I wonder if I had sent up a little "take care of him, God" prayer, if things would have been different? I can't help but wonder. I know that the world does not lay on my shoulders, but what if I could have helped in the prevention of this by sending up a prayer, or trying to get back in contact with him? Who knows, just my mind reeling. Hoping and praying hard that he will be alright and that everything will run smoothly at the hospital.