Many people say I think too much--too much in a sense that the things I think about get to me and make me sad. If one were to be familiar with me though, the things I usually talk contemplate about are about life and its possibilities. At other times, its mysteries.
There are times I wonder whether tomorrow will be sunny or rainy. Other times, I wonder if I'll get to eat ice cream or KFC chicken during my break time in school. Other times, I think of whether I'll meet someone I haven't seen for so long or a person I dread the most. Other times, I think of why some friends of mine don't keep in touch that much despite the fact we have FB and each other's cellphone numbers. At some times, I wonder why boys are such distractions in life.
But recently I've been thinking about death and its possibilities of happening. How many people are going to die today? Will I get run over by a car if I pass this street? Will I be caught in a car accident while on my way to school? Will I contract a disease one day and die instantly? Is there some sickness I actually have but haven't discovered yet? Will I drown today if I go swimming? Will I get to see tomorrow? Will I even wake up tomorrow?
Many people say I think too much--too much in a sense that I scare people other than myself. Perhaps, with my thoughts, I probably do, but isn't that how life is?
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