Oblivion

When I was younger, as in my grade school years, I was so excited to do  grow older and support myself. I wanted to get a job, get money, learn to drive, learn to know how to do my taxes, take up responsibilities, and pick up groceries. I wanted a well paying job, such as being a doctor or lawyer, because that was what my family wanted, which in turn, made it what I want. I wanted to be sucessful, to be well-known, to be proud of, and as I grew into my awkward preteen years, my family, as I thought and still think, was proud of me.

Now at the age of 15, pretty young, I know, but I am not proud of myself. I am unproductive and a number to the world, just a mear statistic. I make up one of the many who are a statistic. You do too. I am not special to the world. I am just another one of the 7 billion. Despite the fact that I try to work my hardest, no matter how much I try, I will only notice the so-called change because I focus on myself, no one else. That sounds selfish, but it is so true. Walking around in town, I do not know people's stories, nor do I want to. They are merely a statistic.

I guess you can say that I also fear oblivion. I fear not being important. I fear that no one will remember what I have done, what I wanted to do, or what I could not accomplish.

The only thing that Earth will remember is that I am a person. However, once humanity dies out, no one will remember the Civil War, the Holocaust, the struggles, the works of literature, because in the end, they are just specks of dirt, a second in time compared to what goes on in the universe.

With love,
Violet Sar Bleu