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.




I stood outside, frozen, lost in thought. I felt scared. I was shocked. Yet, more than anything, I was EXCITED. I had waited my entire life for an adventure such as this. This was like all the stories I had read and all the movies I had watched. A real adventure. And it was finally happening. It was REALLY happening. And it was happening to ME. In the back of my mind, the more rational part of myself screamed out. I knew I should have thought about this logically. I knew I shouldn't have considered going at all. And yet,  I knew that I was going to do it anyway. For the first time in my life, I was going to do something recklessly stupid, and I wasn't going to look back. Wherever this adventure would take me, I would go with my head held high. After all, this was what I had always wished for, wasn't it? "Be careful what you wish for," my rational self whispered. "Shut up," the rest of me said back. I was 93. I was going to die sooner or later. It was no time to start playing it safe. For the first time in a long time, I felt truly alive again. Excitement coursed through my veins. I packed my bags and made sure my will and finances were in order. I decided not to call my children; I didn't want them to worry. Instead, I wrote a note and left in on my kitchen table. If I died or went missing, at least someone would find it and know what happened. Hopefully. Finally, I took my three letters (two from Carmen that I took from the garbage and one from an unknown source) and placed them in my jacket pocket. Suddenly, I was reminded of a time long ago when Carmen had doubted that I was hardcore. I snorted. I would show her, I thought. Then I chastised myself for thinking about her again. I wasn't doing this for her, I was doing this for myself, I told myself. I had always wanted an adventure. And now I was going to get it. I was ready. 

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