Above this writing, is a blank space. An irksome void.
The way people cling to find meaning is like the way they try to fill this space. Doodling. Writing lyrics. Pasting a picture. Whatever they wish.
All this really is, is an empty space. It is nothing more than that.
This space holds no meaning. It is not a place to store dreams. It is not an inspiration for success. It is not a sad promise of failure. It is what it is- a blank space on a blog entry of some girl in a high school philosophy class.
There is no such thing as some thing that I know means something. There never has been. People can over complicate life as much as they want to and run laps around the idea of trying, but they do so only because accepting the lack of organization and purpose of life is too simple of an idea for them to burden.
I honestly thought this was awesome. I was thrown off by your title at first. I was like wow Justyna is a rebel. Then you write about this blank space to state your point. It was an interesting perspective to look at a blank white space.
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