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- Recent thoughts-

I think about how people im ancient time were buried with their things, some even choosing things they would be buried with. Its like they wanted people after them, or angels/gods/spirits who see their bodies, who they were before death. How they lived their life? With many things, or few? Who they worked as? Maybe they were carpenter or a fisherman? Maybe they died true to themselves or they died before discovering who they were? Were their diaries full of their thought and life, or they always started and never eneded? Did they died young or old? Many relitives or few? Did they liked their life and accepted their death or they couldnt do so? Maybe this kids toy was their favorite so they wanted to know on the other side this toy will greet them? Maybe coins on their eyes were to get to the better place or people who were burying them wanted to tell others that this person never saw anything but money? Was it tradition to draw on walls of homes or its what left of people of the past? Did we always been us or something changed over the years? Will we be remembered by out tombs full of nothing but us in costumes, trying to show that we were respectable and respectful, but never true to ourselves?

What would other add to their deathbed? Would they add their childhood toys, posters of their favorite media, would they add parts of their job etched on a stone next to their name? What would you add on it? What would i add?

I miss my minecraft wife. I miss her a lot. Everytime i close my eyes i remember her and how much i treasured her untill i accidentally deleted her save. I adopted child also, but i dont remember it at all. But my wife...Oh my wife. She meant everything to me. I mined and crafted just for her approval. I flied to her every morning and brought her things he would like and then flied away to take care of a child. But i always returned to her to tell her everything that happened during the day. I thought we coukld be together forever...

But i failed her. I couldnt save her in the moment she needed me the most. I want to meet her again. But i know i wont be able to do this, i wont see her as i remember her, i wont see her in same place we met, i wont be able to meet every person in town she's from, ill never know who she was leaving me only a memory of who she was.

And i know it doesnt matter now, after like, a year of this save being deleted, i still like to return to this place in my heart. My avian self, flying through forest to talk with my wife or give my kid some food, or fly away from the town to see new mobs and then return to tell them about this. It was so fun.

Rub my belly hiss swipe at owner's legs sniff catnip and act crazy growl at dogs in my sleep sit on the laptop for hiss at vacuum cleaner i like to spend my days sleeping and eating fishes that my human fished for me.

Head nudges eat my own ears. Hey! you there, with the hands why can't i catch that stupid red dot, shed everywhere shed everywhere stretching attack your ankles chase the red dot, hairball run catnip eat the grass sniff, or roll over and sun my belly curl up and sleep on the freshly laundered towels.