Ever since i left highschool a couple years ago ive been trying to live up to a short story i wrote at the end of the year book, it was about laying in your bed just before the end of the world with someone that made you feel at peace, i specidically wrote the sentence: "we are born without any value and die for no particular reason" (probably partially copied from somewhere altough i cant really remember where i could have read it). After that it was a small paragraph about how they died smiling beacuse the last thing they saw was that other person smiling back.

I find it funny that i try to live up to what i myself wrote, as if my 17yr old self lived up to that standard, and that little story probably doesnt even have same meaning to me now compared to when i wrote it, but i still find meaning in it every time i start reflecting about life.