Life

I haven't really posted anything lately because there hasn't been anything to say. Now there is a little bit. Life at school has been boring and repetitive, but yet I still enjoy it. But every happiness has to end eventually. Everyone has been talking about the two girls that died in a car crash. I used to go to church with them. Isn't it strange how you can talk to a person one day and the next they're dead?

I know that sounds blunt but it's just the truth. I talked to both of them not 3 weeks before the accident and now I will never talk to them again.

I was watching Youtube, and one of the video suggestions on the side of the screen was a trailer for a movie called "The Greatest." It's about a girl who saw and passed by this boy at school everyday, and he saw her too. On thee last day of school he finally talked to her. They fell in love and then he died. It's about her struggle afterward because she's pregnant and about the boy's parents trying to cope. It was very touching and I felt the need to share it.

Watching that trailer inspired me to write a poem. I'm writing this off the top of my head, so please forgive the fact that it will be kind of rough.

     Spilled Milk
In these changing days, we never know
What the next will give us
All we know is that we must live
Like we won't live to see tomorrow.

Milk doesn't cry when it spills
and the dead do not weep when they pass
So why should we whine and scream
When life hands us an unhappy surprise?

It is not in our hands
So why complain
When things don't go according to plan
Since this is the case, it's safe to assume
That we should never make plans again.