Lately, I’ve been thinking alot about death. Not like suicide or anything of that sort, but just death. Why are people so afraid to die? How come so many followers of Jesus are scared to die also? The thing is, I was once frickin terrified to die, literally scared out of mind when it came to death. I felt that everything here in this world was way too valuable to give up. But now, I wish God would just take me now. I know I probably sound suicidal, which is what my sister thought of me when I told her I was going to write this post, haha. Back to the point, I wish I could go up to heaven already, be able to see Him face to face, and run into His arms. To be able to have no more worries, no more heart aches, and no more sadness. See the thing is, I realize that I’m not entirely happy with my life as it is. I mean, I’m satisfied with the life I got and everything, but I can’t seem to find pure happiness within it. I swear, I’m not depressed, which is another thing my sister thought of me. I just don’t like everything that’s going on right now, and it doesn’t anything to do with school, family, or friends, it just has to do with me. See, it took me an extremely long time to realize who I was and where I stand in this world, and now that I have found myself, I don’t know what to do next. I feel stuck in this cycle that society puts upon us. Society says we have to get a good education to have a good life and it doesn’t help that our parents pressure us.