Thursday, June 29, 2006

The meaning of life
The story tells about 13 years old Emma,not popular and very lonely girl.I'm posting only the first part 'cause it's kinda long.The second part is more interesting.This part is only a background.
~Part one~


“Good morning”, says the bus driver.
“Good morning to you too”, I answer.
“Where can a beauty like you go so early in the morning?”, he says holding my ticket.
“To a doctor”.
“Good luck”, he says and handles me my ticket.
“Thank you”, I say and sit beside the window, somewhere in the middle of the bus.
We start moving and I stare at the moving view outside the window.
‘ I wonder why did he act like that. I’m not so beautiful. If I were beautiful, my life would be different. Why popularity and boyfriends does depend on your look? It’s so stupid. Almost everything in this world is stupid and unreasonable. Life is strange. From the beginning someone takes care of us so finally we’ll have a perfect life. Then we grow up and start doing things on our own, like playing, walking and talking, though there’s still someone watching and taking care of us so our life would be perfect. We keep growing up and that someone is pushing us up and wants us to try harder, so again at the end our life would be perfect. That someone is our dear parents. And then they try so hard so you feel like a bird in a cage.Like there are chains around your neck, arms and legs. And they keep pushing, saying that it’s all for your own good and that they want a better life for you. You believe them, though the chains never disappear. You keep trying, do your best with hope that your life will be better. But as you think about it, there’s nothing perfect in the world. Even if you’ll have the perfect job, you won’t have something else. And then you think about what you would do next. Graduate, get a job or maybe go to the army. Work and have a family. But where’s all the fun? Where is all the meaning of all this?
It seems like there is no meaning in life. Nothing great that you can achieve. But then you forget about it. People don’t care anymore. They think about other things, like: work, studies, drugs, cigarettes or sex. There are also people that think about love and their lovers, but for people like me it’s something that they don’t have any idea about.’
I get down from the bus and going on the crosswalk.
‘So why the hell did God gave this life for the human race? There’s no meaning in all of this!!!!’
I look at my left side and see a car. I can’ move and the car keeps coming. The driver tries his best but the car hits me and I fall.
I open my eyes and I see myself lying on the road and there’s a huge crowd around me. I see an ambulance coming. They take my body and put me in the ambulance. They are driving to the hospital with my body but I’m here. How come?
“Your soul is here and your body is there”, I hear a voice beside me.
I turn around and see an angel. He has black hair and crystal-blue eyes. His wings are white and he’s glowing with light. Just as I imagined angels. Until that moment I didn’t realize that I’m floating.
“I didn’t think that that’s possible. Are you my guardian angel?” I ask with hope.
“Yes, but not only yours. I’m supposed to show you the right way.”
“The right way?”
“To prove you that you are wrong. About the meaning of life. Come with me please”, he says and offers his hand. I take his hand and we start to fly above the city.

I'll be pretty busy tomorrow and on suterday,so I think I'll post the second part on monday.
Laterz folks,
Nastya
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