I do not want to die.
“That’s silly. We all will die one day.” Someone from you would point me out here.
But NO, I do not want to die, neither today nor tomorrow, not in any day to come. Yet every morning when I wake up I am afraid. Afraid of dying, afraid that I will be forgotten after I am gone or worse, I would not be remembered at the first place.
Who am I?
A rather hard question to answer. To the few friends I got, I am the guy who sits or once sat on one of the bench in their class, the guy who hangs out with them on the weekends Or the one who talks weird conversation on the phone. But you, the new person, Who am I to you? Why are you here? Those people will remember me, some for some days, and some for long enough. But I want to be remembered by you. I want to befriend you as well, today.
If you want to live after you die –
Either write something worth reading or do something worth writing.
– Benjamin Franklin
That’s the reason I write. To reach the people who can’t reach me. To live after I die. To be remembered when I return back to the old places and the people.
I write because I have thoughts in my head. I write because there are characters breathing fire in my solitude. I write so maybe one day my deeds can inspire someone. I write because when I wake up, the urge to live another day and write it is more than any fear of being dead. Most of all, I write because I want you to read it. 😛