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Friday, June 30, 2006


   The meaning of life
I just had a little time before my dad wakes up and going to use the comp.I won't post today 'cause some friends are gong to come over and I'll be cleaning the house.Sooooo,here's the second and the last part of the story.When I wrote it I couldn't believe how simp;e things are.I always was wondering about the meaning of life,but now it seems that maybe there is an answer.If you don't remember,the angel id talking to Emma.
~Part two~

“Dear God created this planet, this world and those human beings with no particular reason as it seems. He just wanted to give life, straight, skills, intellect and to share this world with other creatures. He wanted creatures that can think and act according to their own logic. There isn’t and never was a meaning of life. First, there was the meaning to survive and as the world got older there became a lot more meanings to life. Some people think that glory and popularity are the meaning of life. Others think it’s money. Others think it’s a job or a loved person. And others think that it’s drugs or alcohol or cigarettes or sex. Everyone make up their own meaning of life. But the beautiful thing in all that is that the meaning of life is your own personal dream. God lets people to decide on their own and he gives them all the chances that the need, even if they are drug addicted. Here we are”, he says as we enter to the hospital. I see myself surrounded by doctors and nurses as they try to save my life.
“So what do you think about it? Do you want to get there and give life another chance?”
“Yes. You are right. I’ll think about the meaning of life. I want to star over again. But before that tell me, would we meet again?”
“Only God knows that.”
I open my eyes and I’m lying in a bed in the hospital. My mom rushes in and hugs me. My dad stands beside the bed.
“Are you okay, dear? I and dad were so worried about you. You are only 13 years old, you could die there!” She starts to cry, but tears of joy.
“I’m fine, really. Thanks for coming, dad. I know that both of you were working and came to see me. But I’m fine, the doctors would take care of me. Now get back to work.”
“Are you sure, honey?” my dad asks.
“Sure” I answer with a smile on my face.
The smile back, my mom kisses me on my chick and they leave the room.

After two weeks, I’m in school again. I’m fine now and I don’t think about the meaning of life anymore. Now I’m thinking about my dream. I decided to be a doctor. So I could save people the same way that they saved me.
My teacher says that there’s a new student in my class.
Black hair and crystal-blue eyes. Like the 13-years-old version of the angel I met before.
He walks throw the class and sits behind me. I turn to him and he asks with a big smile on his face:” Have we met before?”
And I answer with the same smile on my face:” Only God knows that.”

~The end~
So what do you think?Is it a good answer to the meaning of life?
Laterz,
Nastya

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