Katherine Beltran

History

History. It’s funny, I am not quite fond of history, it's important in its own way I am sure, but the truth is that no matter what way I look at it, I can't bring myself to become immersed in it, in any way. It's as old as time itself, here from the beginning, and it'll be here long after I've gone. I've never given much thought to history, we are taught it in school, but besides the basics such as dates and the information I used to cram into my head for exams, nothing quite seems to stay. We are taught history to avoid making the same mistakes and to pay homage to those that came before us. Yet, rather than learn, I believe humans repeat. We're repetitive creatures, imitating the simplest of things from when we first talk, too much more complex things like war. This world is cruel, there's no doubt about that, or rather more accurately people are cruel. I know I'm ranting, and you might be bored. Heck, I'm sure you probably aren't aware of what my point is. Well, do I even have a point...I can't say I do. I began to write first to record what is happening, but now mainly because it feels right. I suppose I should write as if I'm writing a story, but it feels more comfortable to write as if I'm talking to someone, which in a way I will be when someone reads it, in this sense you. My name is, well that doesn't quite matter, we'll say I'm X, not to be mysterious, although that certainly has some charm, but just because I feel it isn't necessary. I don't know you, and you don't know me, but everyone has a story to tell and needs someone to listen, so with this maybe you can get to know me, and I can tell my story.