It haunts me knowing one day I will be visiting my parents grave site. I always imagined what it would be like. Driving to the site with my dog sticking his head out from the passenger window. Arriving to the site, kneeling down on one or both knees laying flowers on the tomb stone, and just staring into the the name and date engraved into the granite. Thinking back to when I had done them bad and good. Then starting to talk to them like they can hear me. Maybe apologizing and saying how much I miss them. Letting them know how I am doing myself. At that point I see myself breaking down.
I consider myself unique and I find it hard to misrepresent myself and forcefully fit myself to another person’s quote. Therefore I made my own quote, “Love is precious, it is not meant to be wasted on ingrates.”
I have only one goal and that is to be happy. If one really thinks about it, everything we do as humans is for happiness. A lot of people spend several years of their life and study hard in order to get a good career/job with a high paying salary, most likely perhaps they like money and have the desire for items of high monetary value. I, for one, do not have such ostentatious desires and just wish to be happy.