Kosa Writes

Honestly. . . I have no idea what I’m doing. However, I’m going to approach this like I do with everything else that revolves around my writing. This is for me, and if you don’t like it you don’t have to be here.

Memories and remembering and wanting to document life because one day if I ever have kids I’m going to want to show them my life. That’s one of the best things about this day and age. That’s the reason I post on TikTok and take so many videos and pictures. I want proof of existence.

This is my existence.

I exist.

I feel like there’s so much that goes into that as well. The human need to remember and be remembered. There has to be some sort of psychological factor that goes into that because it’s a theme that has been shown time and time again throughout history. Not that I’m of anyone of importance, but to be fair who really is until someone makes them important? I don’t think I want to be all that important because of pressures and responsibilities and presence, but being remembered? Yeah, I want to be remembered. Selfishly, even if it’s only someone picking up my book or seeing a video or picture and knowing my name a few centuries down the length of time.

In the end it won’t matter all that much because I’ll be dead, but I imagine it like how forgotten gods are remembered. Someone praying to their discarded alter and being resurrected. Maybe a piece of my soul will feel it in whatever afterlife I’m in.

For now, however, this is really just for me. Well, me and my future children who don’t exist yet. I also wonder how much I’ll change as the years go by. What opinions and thoughts shift and if I have the same imagination and belief that a type or form of magic does exist.

So, sit back, relax, and I hope you enjoy!