It's something I've often thought about. The first one to die never stood a chance while the very last was a second away.

The first to die avoided (to a certain degree) the horrors of war, yet the last can say he did all he could.

The first died ignorant of just what it is a human being could do to another human being, but he also missed what it is a human being could do for another human being.

The last died unaware that peace was only seconds away, or perhaps he faded slowly and watched with a sad and silent joy as his comrades celebrated. His final thought, "I almost made it."

I don't know though. I'm at a crossroads on the issue. As all things, there are pros and cons to either. I partially side with the first and I don't know why? What about you?

To me, falling in love is truly like a dream. You never remember how it starts, but you love every second of it. Then, when you wake up, you forget most of what happened except for the end. You can try all day to remember those happy moments, but they just seem to have faded for good, leaving that bitter taste in your mouth that it's over. And then, eventually, you forget about it and move on.

By that logic, to truly fall in love with someone for eternity, you'd have to die in your sleep. Forever locked within that world of dreams where nothing is wrong and there is nothing you wouldn't/couldn't do for the person you love.

But, that's of course an opinion. So, finish the line. To you, falling in love is like...

For me, it's simple. As the new name suggests, I want to leave a lasting impression on whoever I meet or whoever should hear my words. I want to be remembered and spoken of for years after my death. When my existence and everything I am fades into oblivion, I want my name and my impact on this world to be remembered for eternity, by either the world or those few I touch.

It could very well be seen as impossible or stupid to some people, but a dream is a dream for a reason. It's a road map. A target to aim for so that, should I fall short, I am still something to behold when all is said and done.

Anyways, that's mine. What is your goal? What pushes you to struggle through this thing we like to call life? Is it love? A quest for peace? Let me know. I'd love to hear it.

@_ajay_ Love is like an unfortunate, yet beautiful, accident that we as humans created to make life bearable. When nurtured and protected the way it was meant to be, it's amazing and irresistible, but when mistreated it's our number one mistake.

@Durwin I completely agree with you there. My father is a military veteran, 100% disabled. He's always been a fun loving guy, but occasionally he likes to drink and when he drinks, he doesn't lash out physically or anything (thank God), but he always recollects those tales from his past he's too afraid to speak of on a sober tongue. The things he's said really make me fear the monster that is a man at war. They are molded into weapons and placed on a field of no restraint. Call it cowardice, but I'd rather be the first to go.

Wow, thank you. You helped me realize that reason. I always overlook something.

@notaserialkiller Hey buddy, there's nothing wrong with you. Not appearance-wise at least. You gotta understand that it may just be something you have to wait on. It feels like you're seeing this as a lust before love concept, but it's the opposite of that. Fall in love instead, trust me, it makes the experience that much more fulfilling.

And just some advice, women don't find this self-loathing tactic very attractive. Don't play the victim because truthfully the world doesn't really care. Fix yourself, don't wait for someone to fix you.

I had a best friend like that as well back in high school. She was an amazing person and I really found a kindred spirit within her, but things didn't work out. You see, she was a grade under me. In fact, we met in band camp her freshman year and were friends almost immediately. I can even remember the conversation we were having when we did first meet. It was a stupid argument between me and another kid over what the best sport was and she just inserted herself into the conversation. We were both on the sideline (faking injuries since we didn't really care for it) so, eventually the conversation melted into just the two of us. From there, we became friends! The problems started my junior year (her sophomore) and by this time I had developed a major crush on her. But, she ended up dating my cousin who was in the same grade as me (and also my bestfriend to this very day). As things go, she started talking to me less and less until we were almost strangers again. When they broke up, she wiggled her way back into my life slowly but surely, but I was a little dramatic bastard back then and pretty much thought the world was out to get me so... I guess I needed some sort of validation that she actually wanted to be in my life (stupid, I know), and we started fighting all the time and towards the end of my senior year, some things were said that shouldn't have been said and we haven't spoken since. I'm in my second year of college now and I can't help but think about her to this day. It's not about me being in love with her anymore. I'm older and a lot wiser than I was back then so I just really want to apologize for being the way I was. Things could be a lot different, but I was dramatic as hell back then. I cringe every time I think about it.

I don't know how old you are, but you seem pretty young. I assume still in high school. If so, just know that none of your problems are as big as they seem. When real world hits you, it's not a pretty sight. Enjoy this time and cherish that friendship for every second you have it. If it blossoms into more, then so be it. I can tell you really love him so do whatever it takes to maintain that!

Sporadic thoughts are nothing to be feared. I personally find them helpful in terms of creative writing. You think so much because you have so much to say. If you're truly looking for help, I can give you some advice. It won't be the best since I'm in no way a doctor or psychiatrist, but... I think you're hiding within your mind. Whatever it is you're afraid to say, don't be. Your thoughts swim because they have nowhere to go. I say write about it. Whatever it is... write about it.

So, the site crashed yesterday and... took away my last post, so here it is again... sort of.

Life is like a puzzle. The picture, unknown to us, is a portrait of ourselves. We spend our lives collecting these beautiful pieces from every little joyous moment. The first time you heard your mothers voice, the first friend you ever made, achieving your greatest dream, etc. These pieces are beautiful and, for some, are in abundance which can make up most of that puzzle. But, for many, there are these little smudged pieces from times that were not so happy. Your first heartbreak, family tragedy, untimely sicknesses, etc. These -- although not ideal and more than likely not favored -- still add to your portrait as a part of you. Each and every one of those pieces come together to create the picture of a beautiful human being who can stand before the world with a purpose, yet still feel completely incomplete.

There you stand... nearly finished with one final piece left in your hand. You look at your puzzle and see exactly where that piece should fit... and you try your hardest to complete it, but... for some reason it doesn't seem to match. That, my friend, is because that piece does not belong to you. It belongs to someone else who may very well be on their last piece as well. Beyond any comprehension of logic in faith, you will one day find each other. And when you do, you trade... and you spend the rest of your lives explaining the pieces of your puzzles until you both know every inch of both by heart. Then, should god will it, you start your own puzzle. That, is the story of the love piece.

I feel like it was better when I first wrote it, but I didn't remember exactly how I worded it, so this is sort of like a poor second edition, but... it's alright I guess. Thank you for reading. If you have an analogy of your own, I would love to hear it.

For those with a story hidden deep away, please spill your guts, I know you have a lot to say.

Sporadic thoughts are nothing to be feared. I personally find them helpful in terms of creative writing. You think so much because you have so much to say. If you're truly looking for help, I can give you some advice. It won't be the best since I'm in no way a doctor or psychiatrist, but... I think you're hiding within your mind. Whatever it is you're afraid to say, don't be. Your thoughts swim because they have nowhere to go. I say write about it. Whatever it is... write about it.

So, the site crashed yesterday and... took away my last post, so here it is again... sort of.

Life is like a puzzle. The picture, unknown to us, is a portrait of ourselves. We spend our lives collecting these beautiful pieces from every little joyous moment. The first time you heard your mothers voice, the first friend you ever made, achieving your greatest dream, etc. These pieces are beautiful and, for some, are in abundance which can make up most of that puzzle. But, for many, there are these little smudged pieces from times that were not so happy. Your first heartbreak, family tragedy, untimely sicknesses, etc. These -- although not ideal and more than likely not favored -- still add to your portrait as a part of you. Each and every one of those pieces come together to create the picture of a beautiful human being who can stand before the world with a purpose, yet still feel completely incomplete.

There you stand... nearly finished with one final piece left in your hand. You look at your puzzle and see exactly where that piece should fit... and you try your hardest to complete it, but... for some reason it doesn't seem to match. That, my friend, is because that piece does not belong to you. It belongs to someone else who may very well be on their last piece as well. Beyond any comprehension of logic in faith, you will one day find each other. And when you do, you trade... and you spend the rest of your lives explaining the pieces of your puzzles until you both know every inch of both by heart. Then, should god will it, you start your own puzzle. That, is the story of the love piece.

I feel like it was better when I first wrote it, but I didn't remember exactly how I worded it, so this is sort of like a poor second edition, but... it's alright I guess. Thank you for reading. If you have an analogy of your own, I would love to hear it.

@Bela-Hella No, no. It was a really good analogy. It hit my soul in a way that moved me. I may not like the answer, but it made me feel it. Understand it. Therefore, it was a good reply.

@Bela-Hella Ouch. You hit me in the soul with that one. Love should never feel like this. It's true in the sense of the fear it brings though, so I understand. Thank you for sharing.

@AlexTheAlien Best one yet.

@Rose-Marion That's a beautiful analogy.

To me, falling in love is truly like a dream. You never remember how it starts, but you love every second of it. Then, when you wake up, you forget most of what happened except for the end. You can try all day to remember those happy moments, but they just seem to have faded for good, leaving that bitter taste in your mouth that it's over. And then, eventually, you forget about it and move on.

By that logic, to truly fall in love with someone for eternity, you'd have to die in your sleep. Forever locked within that world of dreams where nothing is wrong and there is nothing you wouldn't/couldn't do for the person you love.

But, that's of course an opinion. So, finish the line. To you, falling in love is like...

@Zen00 I personally don't think we take it for granted. I think, more than anything, a lot of us fear it because genuine happiness often leads to genuine sadness. That's the way I see it anyways. So, for your goal in life being to seek it out in its truest sense I applaud you. I truly hope you reach that goal.

For me, it's simple. As the new name suggests, I want to leave a lasting impression on whoever I meet or whoever should hear my words. I want to be remembered and spoken of for years after my death. When my existence and everything I am fades into oblivion, I want my name and my impact on this world to be remembered for eternity, by either the world or those few I touch.

It could very well be seen as impossible or stupid to some people, but a dream is a dream for a reason. It's a road map. A target to aim for so that, should I fall short, I am still something to behold when all is said and done.

Anyways, that's mine. What is your goal? What pushes you to struggle through this thing we like to call life? Is it love? A quest for peace? Let me know. I'd love to hear it.

@Vampire_Queen I don't think so. I caused her a ton of grief and it kills me every day. I can't even imagine she thinks about it. Hopefully she lives a beautiful life though.