Attempt) Something Meaningful.
In the past I would have shrugged and hopped on my skateboard. The problems in society mattered not to my 15 year old mind. Now, seven years later, I ache at the read of terror, economic depression, war, disease, AIDS, starvation, and sadly, hundreds of more topics.
I’m 22 now, and no matter how hard I play, I still get older. I have realized my mortality. Finally. After dreaming about death since elementary school and crying myself to sleep night after night, I accept my future. Not death; I still to this day do not accept death, but my future with dieing in it, yes. I accept my destiny as a mortal. (Get it?)
The time has come in my life to search for my aim in which I will change the world!
Obviously, it will not be through writing.
I forgot what I was attempting to say.