I constantly wonder what the point of all this is? We live. We feel so mad good and bad emotional. We deal with the good and bad. We choose good vs evil. Only to die. Then go to a magical place in the clouds, and for some a fire pit on the ground. But what happens after the afterlife?
See I can't say I am Christian. It's the only religion I've known since birth. I want to study the many other religions and beliefs. Maybe if I was happy with my life I wouldn't wonder so much about the unknown. I'd just live in the moment. My life could be a lot worse but that doesn't make it any better.
I'm 24 and I have a job I hate so much. My mom is sick, and the doctors don't know what to do. My dad passed away in a car crash. Plus a bunch of other things that happened in the past. My brother Christopher has been in jail for the last six months due to drugs and some other things.
I walk into room 202 feeling nervous. The last time I came to visit my mother did not go too well. She told me she di...