Here’s my fourth myth entry. This one was tough for me because I couldn’t think of anything that I liked. I guess I’m losing confidence and questioning myself too much. I don’t think it’s good to be overly critical when creating something but it was hard to pause myself while writing. Anyways, here it is. It’s all myth after the topic statement.
Write a myth to explain why we are born and why we die.
My grandma used to tell me that life is about balance. Too much of any one thing is never good. I remember, when I was young, asking her why I’m here. Why do I exist? And she told me this tale.