• In this life the great Lord has granted me, there is but one thing I fear. And this one thing, just happens to represent many more yet all of the same topic.

    I do not fear the concept of death. We should rather fear life which is were we fill an even greater pain but so. Fear death, I shall not but what I do fear is the afterlife.

    "I am afraid of dying while wondering if I fullfilled God's purpose."

    I am afraid of dying while wondering if I truly did accept God in my life. I am afraid that I may die tomorrow and still not be able to make up with God today.

    I believe that, after all this time, God still finds it in his heart to love and forgive Lucifer, the god of evil, the angel who was once one of his many loved ones.

    Perhaps, what drove him away, was jelousy. Who knows? I'm just a meere tool of God's use. But, if only God would've reminded him he loved him one last time, perhaps none of this and none of that would've happened.

    And once again: It was the lack of words.

    Perhaps that was God's only mistake. Perhaps it wasn't a mistake and there is yet another prophecy untold...
    Perhaps...
    But like I said: I'm just a meere tool of God's use.

    We are born with the question: What is our purpose? And we live to seek it. Exactly seek what? The answer to the question or the fullfillment of which?

    It's very simple, if you think hard: We need the key to open the chest but we don't have neither the key nor the map to the chest. So, to begin with, how do we even know there is a chest to be opened? Because someone told us. Because we read it. Still, we do not know were to start looking.

    It's almost as if Jesus were making a movie but don't be fooled.
    He walks up and looks at you straight in the eyes. "You have a purpose in life, child."
    "But what is it? I've been looking everywere and everything is in vain. Why can't you just tell me?." You cover your face with your hands.
    "If you look closely, you'll see." He smiles sweetly.
    "OH NO YOU'RE NOT!" You grab Jesus by the collar. "I'M NOT FALLING FOR THAT WISDOM CRAP AGAIN!! WHO DO YOU THINK I AM? FREAKIN' RAFIKI?! I'M JUST A STUPID PERSON!! NOT A BABOON WHO PAINTS!!! I'M NOT CAPABLE OF FIGURING OUT SUCH THING WITHOUT A CLUE!!"

    eek <-- That's Jesus. scream <-- That's me.

    When I die, how do I know if I completed my purpose or not?