On Writing My Own Eulogy
The world is selfish, you can't gamble your eulogy on someone else. No one lives yourself more than you. So I decided to write my own eulogy
On writing my own eulogy,
I don’t cry, I won’t lie
Since I have died,
Let me tell you
Samina, unfortunately, isn't with us right now. (Samina can really not come to the phone right now, cause’ she’s real dead)
She must be happy unleashing the real her.
Anyway, this world never accepted her and her kids---her ideas.
She was an insecure, a little girl who was brave enough to survive this war of life, but timid to face a cockroach. She never described her anger towards anyone. When she's angry with someone she blames herself for it. And ask the other what she did wrong. She was selfless. She never learned to say no. When it comes to helping others she puts herself in trouble.
She loved the word SORRY. It’s ALSO PRINTED ON HER GRAVE. You know why she loved that word. She was afraid that she would hurt someone unknowingly and they will leave her. It’s not a new thing for her to be left alone.
Society has always rejected her new outlook on society. Today here we are holding her book in our hand. Her life was a see-saw. It was up and down. She spent all her life balancing it.
She wished that she was on the path of stardust, gold sprinkled which lightened the whole world. She had the key to a world where we can cry, smile when we feel like.
She wanted to be remembered as a person who existed. She spent so much time thinking about it that she forgot to live the present. She was self-critical, very harsh on herself. She was a hope, a hope which will never come alive, she must be enjoying in her wonderland.
She hated distances. She spent her life staying away from everyone yet close. You never feel her 100 miles distance.
She has a specific message to her friends, “Complete the song’s lyrics, drink Tea and gossips without me. Listen to Alec Benjamin when you’re down, and I am always with you.” She also said that shameless plug please buy her book while getting out of the funeral.
She spends her life wondering about oblivion. She worked her life off for people so that they remember her. If her soul is dancing around, the world is Lococo but still, they will remember you. You accomplished your last wish. She’s free, if you really will miss her then comment!
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This prompt is inspired by @cottagepoetry on Instagram
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