My professor said we are on the verge of another World War, that our age group is most likely to die.
If I were to die, my family would be left to grieve with my college debts, and have nothing and no one to show for it.
I wanted to study the world, but it seems I wasn't notified of the demolition deadline.
I wanted my parents to have someone to be proud of, not to outlive the fruit of their labor.
I didn't think I wanted much in life, but I'm now realizing the things I want are things I shouldn't have to be left wanting.
I am not a waste of time and flesh, just as a cathedral is no waste of mortar and stone. Only when I am torn down and laid to waste will I have proven that to those I don't care about and don't care about me.
If the only way to secure a future is to risk death for a country that couldn't ensure me one in the first place, I will gladly live on without plans.
Please let me enjoy this pointless existence at least once. Please let me see what I'll become.
-Sentient.B
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