I wrote this for English, lol. Just wanted to share it XD Hope you guys enjoy this weird...oneshot?

A Walk in the Park

2012. The final year of everyone’s lives before the world ends. Or that’s why they say, at least. I don’t seem to see anything symptoms of the world facing its death. In fact, it seems perfectly fine to me. I’m still living, along with the other billions of people that are walking on the surface of earth right this minute. The earth is still breathing, though it may not seem like it. I can feel its desire to live. Why should we be so negative about it? But…in all honesty, I doubt that the world will end.

Here I find myself again, walking in the lonely park near my house. The cherry blossoms and flowers had bloomed like I anticipated. Leaves were scattered all over the fresh, green grass. This was my favourite place. After all, I could be myself and escape from the cruel reality when I’m here. I found myself walking at an unusual slow pace, much unlike the speed of the people who are going to work. I felt relaxed for once. This was the place where I could reflect on all I’ve done. I can regret and celebrate things that have happened before. My hand found its way into my pocket and pulled out a crumbled letter. I had found that letter in my letterbox this morning with no return address. There was only a piece of paper inside that had one line of words on it.

What do you want to do before you die?

Now, I can’t lie. I have to say that the letter made me question myself. What do I want to do before I die? Do I want to be rich and successful? Do I want to get married and have kids? What exactly am I anticipating? I sat down at the bench that was covered with cherry blossom petals. Questions and thoughts of all sorts filled my mind instantly when I found myself relaxing slowly. I have never thought about this question before, and having it suddenly asked to me by an anonymous person…I was surprised. However, perhaps I should take this opportunity and think it all over. After all, I have finally found a quiet spot away from the busy city.

When I die, I want people to remember me. Of course, not for a bad thing like robbery or murder, but preferably for a positive cause like…like what? I’m not too sure, actually. Perhaps I could consider donating my fortune to charities that will use it for a good cause. Maybe I should become a lawyer and protect what I believe is right. I want everyone to remember me for being a good person. I don’t need to become a celebrity, politician or policeman to become a hero. I can be a nameless hero by doing little things, living only in some people’s hearts when I die. Donating my body may result in people benefiting – my cornea, liver, heart…oh, there’s just so much I could do to help others. But do I have the courage to do that? Actually consider letting others cut open my body and take whatever they need? I believe that this action is actually contradicting against my culture – they believe that bodies should cremate or buried.  Before I die, I want to rebel against my family for once.

When I die, I want to have lived a happy life. A life that I want to live. Not the life that my parents or family wants me to live. Achieving my goals will definitely help with that, won’t it? Affected by my surrounding environment, I can’t help but change my future ambitions every now and then. I remember wanting to be a programmer, considering the fact that I loved computers and playing games. A simple trip to the optometrist ruined that. My eyes weren’t fit for that anymore – and I blame that on the genes I received from my parents. Never mind that, though. My mom soon encouraged me to do something related to hospitality. Though it was obvious that she implied the occupation ‘nutritionist’, I wanted to become a pâtissier. I began to study the French terms that were necessary and practicing different recipes. I thought I was finally on the right track until yet another event happened. Now, I won’t go into details as it will be a very long story. Let’s just say that I gave up on the thought of a pâtissier and switched to a completely different job – a lawyer. I don’t neither look nor sound like a lawyer. I seem too carefree and casual to be one, actually. However, despite all those remarks and unnecessary comments, I am currently working towards that goal.

Now that I look back at the thoughts that came to my mind, I can’t help but feel slightly bothered about it. Despite all the thoughts and plans, I’m still living. I’m not going to die. Not just yet. I’m going to keep on living and I will not die. I’m going to make sure that I’m living out my own life, not the life that others have planned for me. A small thankful spark ignited inside of me. I thank whoever left that anonymous letter in my mailbox. Thank you for allowing me to consider such a serious question. Thanks, but no thanks. There’s just so much I want to do before I die to the point where I don’t feel like doing anything anymore. I’m just going to enjoy life before I start stressing out. Even if the world does end on 2012, I’ll be sure to gladly accept it.

I found myself catching the falling petals of the cherry blossom tree unconsciously. Watching them fall into my hand before I release them was more enjoyable than anything else. My eyes travelled upwards, and I was glancing at the tree. Petals were falling and flowers were dying. It felt like one’s life – one day, your life will reach its peak and you will show off everything you have. After that, you’ll have to pass that turn to someone else. Just like the cherry blossom tree in front of me, you’ll have to learn to just fade away until it’s your turn again. A smile once again bloomed on my face.

“It’s okay,” I heard myself mutter softly. “Even when I die, I’ll continue living. I won’t be gone that easily.”

With that said, a gust of wind blew against the tree, more petals falling. I think it agreed with me.