Feeling sad for someone I never knew?

Is that strange? Is it strange that even though I never met the guy, never even saw him, I feel so sad that he died a few years ago? It's so strange. Maybe it's just the fact that the bottle I've been storing my emotions in has finally started to reach its breaking point. All my well hidden emotions are slipping out. It makes me seem like some pregnant woman, crying at the most random times. I have NEVER cried while watching a movie and then last night when I watched the 6th Harry Potter movie I bawled when Dumbledore died. I'm breaking, cracking, shattering. I'm a mess and there's no one to clean me up.

What am I to do?

As minutes slip into hours...

...and hours into days. As those days fall into months and those months turn into years, you start to wonder: What really matters? How successful you are in life? How much you've accomplished? Or is it knowing that you've lived your life to the fullest, living everyday as if it were your last. As I turn another year old, I question my existence and how well I've used the gift that is life. And I realize that I don't cherish it at all, but take it for granted. Whining and complaining and wishing it was over, while others wish it was longer. So now, as my hair continues to grey, my eyes darken, my skin wrinkle, I think I'll do all that I can to understand this life more, to understand how fortunate I am to be alive. And even though I don't know what my purpose is on this earth, I know I have one. So until then...who knows what will happen. Will I forget this and go back to being stressed, tired, over worked, with no time to spare, aging faster and looking older than I should be? Or, will I leave this computer and go out into the world and make myself someone worth noticing.