The Meaning Of

During a discussion about the meaning of life with my friend, we somehow began writing this story. I would write an installment, and then she would, completely making it up as we went. This is the result. Basically, for 70 some years, my friend searches for the grand question and answer to the meaning of life. Finally, after all that time, we come in contact again.


6. VI


I was just this little pawn in this huge chess game against life. Soon I will only be a memory. A figure in a photograph. Will someone in the future ask who I am? Will someone know my story well enough to tell them? I'm defined by my failures and my successes. But do my failures out weigh my successes? Of course not. I've had a lot of success only because my failures have sculpted me into the human being that I am today. I look back at the crisp black ink writing and focus on her name. Carmen Ramirez. From what I can remember she was someone everyone wanted to be. But that was back in the day...what happened to her? Where was she now? How did she slip away from my life? I tried to recall the last memory I had of her, but it'd been so long that I could barely remember anything of her. How could she just disappear for decades and just pop up back into someone's life by writing one simple letter? I finally figured out what I was going to do. I was going to find this lost girl from my childhood. There was only one issue... where did I start?

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