Sometimes, I see life as an endless journey. You just have to keep going, experiencing all the ups and downs, You project and hope it stops one day, but it never really stops until you are stopped. I have read many articles asking that question we all have in mind. When does it finally stop? Is there even peace after? Like when I go, can I just be allowed to rest? I mean, I don't even feel like existing on any other plane. Just let me rest. Well, moving on; I lost my grandmother a few weeks ago and although contrary to what everyone has been saying, "Oh, she died at a ripe old age! Common, lighten up and find some money to celebrate". But I still did not know how to process her death. Yes, she was very old, but she was my grandmother! I needed some time to think, to just figure everything out. I miss her! I still do, even as I am writing this. You know what, that is the funny thing about emotions, especially when it comes to me. I have not lived that long, but the few t...
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