Dear Life,

Dear Life,

Why are you so complicated? Why are you so filled with trials and tribulations.
What drives you to be so difficult? How is it, you can stand to keep people on horrible roller coasters?

It's not fun you know. To walk the halls of a high school. Knowing every step you take is watched. Every move you make is judged. Every word you say is criticized. A place built on social status, physical appearance and social value. It's not overly enjoyable when you feel so out of place, in a group of people so very much like you. It's true.

If you think about it...everyone is the same. I mean we are all fighting and striving for the exact same thing. We all want to be accepted. We all want to be loved. We all want to be successful, we all want to make others proud. We want to be proud of ourselves. If our goals are so striking similar why must we be so judgmental so bent on making the other fail.

Why life? Is it because we are selfish? Is it because we want so much to be success that we will utterly destroy anyone in our way. Tell me life...cause I want to know.

Do you even know Life? Or are you as clueless as we are... that's not so far fetched is it life?

Life...we should give you another name...a nickname ...an alias..what should it be.
Beathan. Your name shall be Beathan. Deprived from the Gaelic term Beatha meaning Life.

Why is the world so caught up in sex...I mean sex used to be sacred...now its just another thing....just some thing people do. Teenagers do it...to keep attention..or stay in a relationship. Sex to have babies...too trap their partners...and not only teenagers do that.

Why do lives die young? Why do such promising lives have to be taken? Those who deserve the best and die from such excruciating pain....causing suffocating silence...resulting in a lifeless form? A form rushed to the hospital in hopes of a beating heart but ending in a flat lined EKG.

I attended my first funeral today Beathan. I did not know the boy. He was 18, ready to graduate and a totally genius. He was in a coffin, a closed coffin. His family was in the front pews, all tearful...all broken. He had three brothers...a mother...a father...and he was taken. Beathan...was that you? Why would you take away his chance...he was so smart...a brilliant individual. Sweet...and he touched so many hearts...just...why?


Beathan...are you listening? Do you even give a damn?