Posted on June 27, 2014
All my life I have wanted to do something that means something. I always have had this thought in the back of my mind that I will be gone off of this Earth a little too early for my taste. But I guess that’s the same with anyone. I have always wanted to be remembered after I die, not just as Liz, but the girl Liz who did something wonderful and amazing that inspired many… I guess that’s why I started this whole thing, but the truth is I don’t know how to be meaningful. I think of people like Eva Markvoort who have made a significantly large impact on my life, my decisions, and me and hope that one day I could be put in the same league as her. Although I doubt I can or anyone can or will ever be able to compare me to her.
One problem is I am not very good at anything. I have been told all of my life that I am a really good singer, and I love to sing, but lately that’s been harder to do with these new lungs… I guess I just need to practice more. It’s funny, you’d think new lungs would have made it easier, but since before I so much air trapped in the bottom of my lungs and it took a long time to empty them I could hold a note for a long time. I didn’t need to learn air control because it just was how I breathed anyway. Lucky for me that part came pretty easily for me, almost naturally, but the higher notes are a little funky because my vocal chords act like they aren’t in sync with my lungs. Other than that I can’t really do anything. I paint and draw, but it’s never really very good unless I have a picture to emulate. I write a lot, but maybe it’s just me, but I just don’t find it very meaningful, or extremely good for that matter. I guess one thing I am good at is breathing. I don’t know what I can do for people to become a meaningful person to people other than family and friends. I want strangers to be inspired. I want everyone to be inspired.