The letter

So many times I've sat down and thought of what to write in this, but each time I come up blank. Because maybe, just maybe, this life is worth living. I may not understand why I live, and why we do the things we do, but we were apparently meant to do something. And leaving now would only make things that much more not worth it.1

I take a deep look at my life, and I see my family..my friends..my pets..the things that I care about. And what are they to me? The only things that keep me going. Give me hope that there is something more to live for in life. 2

At night, I sit on the ledge to my window and stare blankly at the sky for seemingly endless hours. I think of many things out there: the peace of the night, hope, love, wonder.. they seem real and possible out there in the freshness of the night, but feel impossible anywhere else.3

This letter is meant to be something to look back on. If it is found after I'm gone, then it is not me.4