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Tommorrows Fear
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 Created on 5-12-08
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What I Fear In Life
I am afraid. Afraid of the future, afraid of what I am supposed to become, afraid
of the changes I will go through in life. Soon I will no longer be a child, no longer be
cared for, no longer be innocent. I will be guilty of the mistakes I make, I will care for
someone who cannot care for themselves, I will be an adult.
I always loved seeing my family. At Christmas, Thanksgiving, and Birthdays. I
never thought that soon all of this would end…till now. I can no longer enjoy these small,
but blessed pleasures in life, because I know they will end. It is just another day, one that
may be amazing, but still just a day. Just an ordinary day that will end, like tomorrow,
and yesterday, and all the days around them. If you ask me if I’m scared of death, my
answer is no. I do not fear death. I fear life, and the small amount of time I have. I fear of
what I will and am missing. I am missing every day in my life that I could spend with my
family.
Already family members have left, found a family of their own. Others are just
starting that journey. One by one they drift from my hands like smoke. Soon I will drift
to. My life is passing me by. Soon I won’t be the child. I won’t see my aunts as often, my
cousins, my uncles my grandparents. Soon I will be the parent, the aunt, the grandparent.
I am drifting, drifting out into the sea, and I can’t do anything about it.
I can’t see them almost, just a portrait, a blurred portrait, they are changing. In to
a new family, new children,new parents, new grandparents, but it is still blurred. It will
unblur once all these events happen, but I’m not ready. I cannot handle it. I can’t have
memories, because when I do, the people will die. These painful, heart stabbing
memories will come back. I am scared. I am afraid, I am afraid of being scared. I don’t
think I can handle this pain, wondering what will happen. I know what I want but I can’t
always get what I want. It is not a surprise I wait for happily, my life is a mystery.
Tomorrow I will be old, wrinkly, and gray. My life will be over. It will end, and I will
end. No longer to exhist.
I am afraid. Afraid of the future, afraid of what I am supposed to become, afraid
of the changes I will go through in life. Soon I will no longer be a child, no longer be
cared for, no longer be innocent. I will be guilty of the mistakes I make, I will care for
someone who cannot care for themselves, I will be an adult.
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Please Login to post comments| On May 12th 2008 whitespice Said : | |
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The cover is just for fun, it has nothing to do with the story |
