I saw this girl, her eyes were blue. She came to me in a dream. There was nothing special about this girl, and there was no reason for her to be in this dream. She never stood out, but when I looked at her, everything else ceased to matter at all. She whispered “its” and just like that, she was gone.
I saw this girl, her eyes were blue. I caught a mere glimpse of her while driving by. I rarely drove on this street before, and there was nothing special about this girl, but still I caught a glimpse. I saw her write something on a a piece of paper hanging against a wall, and just like that, she was gone. Days later I found myself walking down this street for no reason, and I saw this piece of paper, and on it, it said “your”. And nothing else.
I saw this girl, her eyes were blue. It was the last day of 3rd grade, and I was watching the clock, waiting for the day to be finally over. I never met this girl before, and never once talked to her. She past me a piece of paper, never said a word, and walked out of my life. I opened up the piece of paper, and it said “own”, and nothing else.
I saw this girl, her eyes were blue. I painted her once. I dont even paint, and dont know why I started to on that particular day. The face I drew was of a girl I had never met nor seen in my life. But something was ever so familiar about her. Once I finished this painting, I signed my name on the bottom of it. But instead of signing my name, I wrote “world” and nothing else.
I was sitting in the library, with a blank piece of paper in front of me. The assignment was to write what we believe to be the meaning of life. I had been sitting there for an hour, just staring at this blank piece of paper. The more I stared at this blank paper, the more depressed I got. Why are we placed on this earth but given no direction and given no path to fallow? Life is like reading a book that has no ending. You just keep reading and reading, hoping that the next page would give you an answer…ANY answer. Its so easy to feel so insignificant, so alone, so lost. I saw this girl, her eyes were blue. She came and sat down beside me. She never looked at me, and never said a word. And within a few moments of having her exist in my world, she was gone. As she walked away, a piece of paper fell out of her bag. I tried to fallow her and give it back to her, but she was gone. I opened up this piece of paper, and on it were written 2 simple little words, “create it”.
I walked home that night with a sense of peace and happiness overtaking my entire body, mind and soul. Its not because I figured out the answer to my question; its because I finally realized that some questions just dont need to be answered.