Whenever I’m in my room, quiet and alone, I always ask myself
questions. Some of them are really stupid. Like for example, what
was the guy doing with the cow that found out cows make milk? And
why is there an “S” in the word lisp? But alot of the
questions I ask my self really get me to think. About life and what
I am really doing here and where I’m going. I always wonder
what my future is. I can’t see myself sitting in an office
doing paper work or singing on a stage with thousands of people
cheering me on. I can’t see myself moving out. Supporting
myself. Leaving my family and going off on my own. I can’t
imagine growing up. I always wonder what dreams are. What causes us
to have nightmares? Is it a warning? Maybe dreams aren’t
really made up. Maybe we go on tons of journeys and adventures
every night. Maybe we really do live through the night mares and
dreams, But our brains make us believe it’s just a fantasy.
So it makes us fall asleep and we forget about it. Maybe there is
an entire other world. With everyone that has ever died on it.
Maybe there isn’t really a heaven or hell. Maybe there is a
planet above space that we cannot reach.they “die” but
really, their heart beat just floats up somewhere else, along with
there body. Their bones say down here, but their body goes to a
different place. Every one is living up there. Like we live on
here. With jobs and schools and everything we have. A huge mix of
all of our generations. The 50’s girls with poodle skirts and
classic coke bottles to way back when. And when we die, as a prize
for everything we have ever suffered through and all the things we
accomplished, we get to meet our role models. I would get to meet
James dean. You would get to meet whoever you have ever wanted to
meet. Of course, as long as they’re dead. It may be stupid to
some people, but having an imagination isn’t
“childish”. It makes you think about all the good
things in life. It helps me forget about the small stuff. That
after I die, everything will be worth it. We all die
anyways.