3 Dear Sister (1/2)

I stood in front of my sister's grave, marigolds in my hand. Today was the day she died...

Maybe it's disrespectful to bring such bright flowers into a graveyard, but it was my sisters favorite. Besides, a flew splashes of bright color couldn't hurt.

I always wondered, why graveyards were so dreary.

Wouldn't it be better to place bright flowers around the place? As thanks for making our life more bearable while they were still alive.

I leaned against the gravestone, and wondered another thing.

Why contain the bodies within a coffin? Wouldn't it be better to return them to where they came from?

Since young, we are kept within a box, a room so to say. During our adolescent years we are kept in another box, the cla.s.sroom.

When we are adults, we are still kept within boxes, our offices.

And in our death we remain in a box.

Is this really what life has come to?

They always tell us to think outside the box, but how can we when we've never seen outside the box?

”Humans are odd creatures, aren't they?” I said to my sister and who ever else may be listening.

”They tell us to have a growth mindset as a child, yet to survive in this world, you must have a fixed one.

They tell us to ask question but when we do, they yell at how stupid we are.

But that's not what I'm here to talk about.

My friend....he looks down on me because of my crush on this girl.

But having a crush is something to look up to, not look down on.

How I wish you lived long enough to have this feeling.