Sometimes Life is Ignorant, Keep Living
I’m not sure what’s worse: Being forgotten or being ignored. Being ignored could be flattering, because to be intentionally overlooked, your existence has to be acknowledged. But what happens when ignorance turns into genuine neglect? Sometimes I feel as if Life chooses to ignore me, maybe to see what I’m made of. But when I triumphantly prove my worth, it’s as if Life paid no attention for so long that it genuinely missed my victory. If Life forgets me, has it become Death? Does that make me a breathing irrelavence? Nah. Life just missed out. But it’ll get another chance.