Every day of my life, I have known that I was loved. As unfair as the world may seem, or unnavigable or just plain scary, I have always had my parents, brother and sister to count on. I might not have felt it in all moments of every day, but in the end they were there when it felt like nobody else was. I suppose I have to credit a lot, maybe even all, of myself to my family. Whether I choose to admit it or not, I'm a lot like them. And I love them. If my house were burning down they would be the things I save, along with the dog and cats.
A lot of people in this world aren't as lucky as I am. And I am really lucky. I live in a house, with my family who is relatively normal, and who love me. I get to go to a private school where I do something I love every single day. I am healthy, I am safe, I am alive. Sometimes I lose sight of this, and get extremely mad at my parents for some great injustice. A lot of people in this world are struggling so hard just to live, that it's almost unfair for me to be complaining about anything. And I try not to because it's the right thing to do.
Life is surprising. Many things turn out different than you hope or plan, sometimes for the better, sometimes for the worse. Things I once thought were important to me, such as certain friends, aren't important at all. But some of my very close friends, some who i've known for ten years (yay anniversary!) and some for a mere matter of months are near and dear to my heart. It's important to make friends and family a priority, because even though we all die and we are all relatively alone when we do, it's good to know that you are and were loved.
There is a lot of talk about love, and many smart and eloquent people have tried to define it. Love means many different things to many different people, and there are all sorts of loves. My parents love me, so they make me run up mountains. I love filling a blank page with words. My brother loves call of duty. My sister loves pissing others off, and she loves being like me. The world is filled with people who love, and its sad to me that so many bad things happen here. At the end of my life, I want to look back and think, I did something. Which is almost impossible, because when you die, no matter how famous you become, you will be forgotten. Except by the people who loved you.
"And it's impossible to tell
How important someone was
And what you might have missed out on
And how they might have changed it all
And how you might have changed it all for them"
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