Fame is such a covetted thing in our society. The thought that I may still be alive in the minds of people centuries from now is a very tempting offer, but will I even know about it?
How much good could I do in such a short life? I would much rather live a long one, so that I can truely apprieciate my life and life's experiences. What good is a life without love, friendship, and affection? I don't think I could truely live without those, but if I knew my end was coming soon, would I live those to the fullest, or rough it on my own knowing my emotions will be cut short. I think I would much rather live a long life without fame.
Sunday, February 25, 2007
The Things I'd Carry
* A Bible
* A cross
* A picture of my family and me
* A picture of my friends and me
* A picture of my boyfriend and me
* Letters from my friends and family
* My ring from my boyfriend
* A blanket
* Extra socks
* A lot of toiletpaper
* A cross
* A picture of my family and me
* A picture of my friends and me
* A picture of my boyfriend and me
* Letters from my friends and family
* My ring from my boyfriend
* A blanket
* Extra socks
* A lot of toiletpaper
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