Remember Me

  Well I'm kinda soaked (not because of the rain but because I just recently came out of the shower). I sit down on my soft yet painfully comfortable chair... and I breathe. I just take in everything that has happened to me from waking up late to jostling to get to my next class before my teacher stabs me with a pencil for being late...  no, no I'm just kidding. From the end of yet another school day to my dance company rehersals (yes, I'm in dance company, isn't that like completely ah-mazin?! Yeah, I think so too). I then at the moment remember that I'm sitting down at home, on the computer, typing this sentence right now. I try to brainstorm what I should write about for today's blog post.
  Remember Me by Christopher Pike really makes me feel like I'm as dead as Shari (except I didn't fall off a balcony and crack my head open... yay?) which pretty much means that no human being- living, that is, knows that I'm still here. The fact that Christopher Pike adds such elaborate detail makes me wonder if he's dead... which hopefully he isn't. I'm searching thorugh the pages of the book at an attempt to finda purposeful idea or theme.
  Obviously, death is a theme that came up since I flipped open the book and let myself get lost in the story. But what is it about death that can make the world feel so safe but at the same time so vulnerable, so wrong, so... unjust?
  Well there are over a billion reasons why death can be so unfair but one that stood out in the book was that well... we don't know how much time we have left to enjoy the fact that just being alive offers. We don't know when our time has run out, when our life has ended... when we're just another life that has passed on to the unkown. In the book, Shari Cooper, a girl with green eyes, blond hair, bangs, a brother named Jimmy, and most importantly, a girl that didn't know how wonderful it was to be alive until it was a bit too late hadn't planned on dying and no, she did not commit suicide like many think. But that's the thing, she was murdered. She was murdered without notice so she couldn't take the time to recall everything great that living offers.
  There's one line that I feel is really important in the book. It's a thought that Shari had when she saw how not many people had gone to her funeral:
  "We lost a few people on the short trip out to the lawns, about half, actually. I couldn't blame them. They had things to do. And what the hell, Shari had been a nice girl, but she hadn't been that nice. Oh, it was awful. It was true. I had done nothing in my life that was worth remembering. Why should they remember me?"
  This paragraph was really important because well it made me realize that life itself can be cruel because we go around complaining about our lives when we should accept the fact that we actually have a life left to do really inspirational stuff.
  So I couldn't really say much more because sadly, the inspiration has left my mind so I guess I'll stop writing. But before you leave this page just think... are you making your life worth living?