For three decades I’ve roamed this earth and still I’m unaware of my purpose. I struggle every single day under the brightness of the morning sun to understand why I’ve been granted another day. Maybe I’m still here because of the relationships with my family and friends. Maybe I’m still here because there’s someone out there that I have yet to meet, to strike up a meaningful conversation that may just save their lives or maybe to help influence them to make the right decision. Maybe I’ll still here because someone close to me needs me… and wants me to be around.
Sometimes I find myself being selfish as I pray to God before bed asking him to take me away, to end this pitiful existence that I call my life.
So “EMO”… so tragic. But I can’t help but feel this way.
As the hours of my thirtieth year are slowly coming to an end, I can only hope and pray that my purpose will soon be discovered.
This is me, passing my thirty mark…