This morning my family and I were buying a new cellphone for my brother, when the person who was helping us told us that we had to pay some extra money for illegally downloading music. He said that, according to the law, everyone who bought a smartphone had to pay this money, even if they wouldn’t download any music at all. This means that illegally downloading music isn’t that illegal anymore.
Let me introduce myself: My name is Doreen, I’m a Dutch fangirl (too many fandoms, obviously). I’m 16 years old and although I’m a big nerd, I’m actually not so good at writing so I hope to get better at it in this way 😉
My life is mainly a mess and if I don’t have anything to complain or be exited about I always have my books
If you have any questions left just ask and I’ll answer
Sometimes it just gets to me: what is the meaning of life? Not that I am not grateful for everything that I can do, but sometimes when I have nothing to do and just let my thoughts go on I come really often to this same question.
I know that I won’t find the answer to it. Philosophers have been thinking about it for centuries. Still I can’t get it out of my head: What is this plan that God has with my life? What will I be doing in twenty years? Will I just be one of all these other women who have an ordinary career and and ordinary family with ordinary children? Will I regret my life when I am eighty? Or will I actually make a difference?
Maybe I will be helping children in Africa or spread the Word of God in the Middle-East. I really don’t see myself doing that, but who knows… If that would be true my life would have a meaning. Maybe it isn’t about the meaning of life at all, maybe it is just about living a meaningful life.
I want look back at my life when I’m eighty and think: yes, my life was really meaningful.
Today school started again for me. I usually like to go back to school after the summer holidays, because I get bored and I want to see my friends again, but this time it’s different.
The Harry Potter series are, as the title already says, about Harry Potter. When he was just a baby boy, the darkest wizard of that time, Voldemort, came to kill him and his parents. Somehow the baby couldn’t be killed and the curse hit Voldemort.
I’ve done something pretty stupid and now I’m making it worse and worse in my head, as usual. I feel like it’s the end of the world at the moment, which it obviously isn’t.