Realisation

Today, I realised something incredibly surreal about the way life works.
If I were to die, and people then read this blog...well...pretty much all of them would have no clue right? Someone could be sitting at home, reading these words I so rashly type without really thinking them through, and I could be six-feet-under or just mere ashes.
It's sobering.
I guess that death has never really seemed like a real thing to me. It's something that only seems to happen to other people, and that I'm just a spectator, and that I always will be.
We see it happen, I see it happen on the news, read about it in the papers, hear stories through friends, experience family members passing, and yet I can't seem to come to terms with the fact that one day my own consciousness will be snuffed out.
It's like some sort of sever denial, which only leads me to think that maybe something's not right about me. I don't know, I hate pouring out my deeper thoughts onto the internet. Everything I say or do online is normally some shallow crap I write to make other people smile, or to try and provent other people from wiping those same smiles off others faces.
Because, and I know this is going to sound like I'm either crazy or weird, I love nothing better than to see people happier than I am. Simple as that. It's not that I like being sad, I just want others to enjoy their lives. As I wrote just a few lines above, the thought of my own death is alien to me, it's like some stupid myth that my mind tells me will never come around.
But I know it will.
Even if it doesn't seem real yet.

-Hannah


"I got as close to nowhere as I could get and found out that it was more of a place than anywhere I've been in a long time." – Hank Green

"I'm not drowning. There's no one here to save... Who died and made you king of anything?" - Sara Bareilles (King of Anything)

"People just don't like to believe in something they can't see unless it's a God they themselves created," - ?

Don't Panic