Dear Diary

Day 16

What tattoo would you get and why?

Dear Diary,
                      "Why should I fear death? If I am, death is not. If death is, I am not. Why should I fear that which cannot exist when I do?"
-Epicurus

I think Epicurus and I would get along really well.

If I were to get a tattoo, I would get it on my left hand's pinky, and on the inner side of it.

It will be an infinity sign, but with a break in it towards the end.

So it isn't infinite anymore, so that it's finite, much like life.

I don't see why people are so obsessed with the idea of being infinite, of always existing.

Even if it means acquiring the Sea of Flames, hurting everyone around you but staying alive.

What kind of a meaningless life is that?
Do these people not like challenges?

I think of life as watching a YouTube video with a bad internet connection.
The red line represents death and the grey line represents you.

You keep running forward, trying to escape the red line.

When it catches up with you, life stops.
Eventually, the red line is meant to catch up.

The red line is always faster, no matter what we do.

So might as well have a little fun while the red line is catching up.

When we know that the deadline of a paper is far away, we procrastinate.

When we know that the deadline can be any day, we do it as fast as possible.

That is how I view life.

The gap between the ends that are supposed to join the infinity sign, is mortality, and that is the challenge.

I'm not saying that you should get up every morning and go to Hawaii and the next morning to Mauritius and stuff. No.

My point is to get up every morning and do something for your own being.

Something that makes you smile, genuinely.

Don't lead life, let life lead you.

Let life be an array of gorgeous colors. A symphony of experienced and joyous smiles for those who are grief-stricken

In a world where everyone is striving for perfection, let imperfection be your goal

Find comfort in your uniqueness.
Find comfort in yourself.

I know I don't follow these things.

I wallow over things I can't control but it's just something about this diary that makes my words and emotions flow like water.

I know it's hard to think that our perpetual selves will be buried six feet deep someday.
That we'll rot.

Which is why I want to be remembered.

I'm aware that death is an inevitable fact and that is why I want to do something so that at least one person will always remember me when I'm gone.

I want to glow.
I want to be radiant, infinitely.

So that I'm invisible, but I'm always there, completing my infinity in this finite world.