Thank You

"I am not important. My life is boring."

"You are a leaf. You may be only one, but you are an important piece of the tree. One leaf, added to another leaf and so on and so forth, creates the whole covering on the tree."

"I am still small. The tree doesn't need all of its leaves."

"Maybe not... Instead of seeing it from your perspective, picture you are the tree. You must watch over and protect your little leaves. You must also protect yourself. Protect yourself from wind, and lightning, and humans. But it is still worth it. As a leaf you are nurtured by the tree, even though it is taken for granted, because you cannot see the intricate details behind it."

"I guess you're right, but, tell me, how do you know all this?"

"Because I am the tree, and I love you."





This is a short story I wrote this morning. It is about how much every single person makes up the world. Every little detail we cannot see. This poem is dedicated to all of the people who read this blog and to all of the people who feel unimportant. It is also dedicated to Rumi, my friend.

Hello Everyone.
I have received so many amazing comments from some truly amazing readers. Some of you are my teachers, some of you are my friends, and some of you are people that I should be friends with.
I have been told over the past few months that I should reply to your comments and say "Thank You". That is a very small, yet important thing. But I am always doing things in my own small way. So today, I am saying "Thank You" on a larger scale. I want to thank all of you at once, all in one blog post.

THANK YOU, I LOVE YOU ALL. 

Rumi

Yesterday was sort of blissful. School was fun, we watched a movie, and I went home.

And then I was told one of my best friends that I had known since kindergarten,
has a brain tumor. Apparently, she is going for surgery this Monday.

 I don't know if I believe in God or the Divine or anything at all, but if it is possible that someone can hear me up there, Please Help Rumi. She is my friend and I don't want to lose her. If anyone is reading this, maybe praying works. You don't have to. I won't force you to. But if praying works, then just sent some prayers to her. I will be praying too.

Thank you for everything,
Ahna

Alone

Am I alone? Does anyone read my blog at all? The most page views I have ever had was 18! Two of those were other people, the rest was me.

Am I alone? Are there really other people? Is everyone I know a hologram? A robot? Figments of my imagination?

Am I alone? Am I the different one? Am I real? Am I not human? Am I something else entirely and I just don't know it?

Is this real? Am I in a simulation? Am I a video game character? Am I giving out information to spies with what I think is a language? Will all of this vanish when I die? Will I just wake up? Do I know I haven't been given false memories and I was always this age? If I have false memories, my parents might not be my parents! Everyone around me could be lying! I could have died and doctors gave me some "second chance" on a computer! I might be dying right now and I was given a look back through my life before then! It would explain why my fingers are cold all the time, why I have deja vu all the time.

Huh, existentialism. Such a funny and nonsensical and trivial thing.

But I still ask you, How Can I Tell?

Are You Out There?