I’m not dead and neither are you!

I wake up every morning because I’m not dead.  That’s what everyone does, so I’m not special.  I feel special though.  Everyone should feel special now and then.  It is good for the soul.

Alright, if you are reading this, you are not dead either.  So let’s talk about this thing we all have to deal with: life.  Life has its up and downs depending on how much money you have.  Oops, that’s not right.  Life has its up and downs no matter who you are or think you are.  I’ve had people get in my face (or witnessed people in others faces) screaming, “Do you know who the fuck I am?”  Usually they repeat the same line a few times to make their point.  I’ve found that usually the person doing the yelling knows I know who they are.  Perfect strangers don’t walk up and begin screaming in my face, “Do you know who the fuck I am?”  Therefore the question really is pointless.  Of course I know who you are, but if I ain’t fucking you or feeding you I don’t give a shit.

So this life thing is a relatively short period of time.  Some people accomplish great things during their life while others don’t amount to Jack Squat.  If you don’t know who Jack Squat is, you probably shouldn’t be reading this.  In my short 41 years on this planet, I’ve done quite a bit.  Two marriages, one divorce, three children, two careers and now attending college to make my work something I love to do, write!  Attending college as an adult is incredibly rewarding, even more rewarding than attending as a teenager.  As an adult, I never attend classes with a hangover.

Is 2012 the last year anyone gets to graduate from college?  Think of all the consumer goods that have already been printed with dates past December 21, 2012.  All the coffee cups printed with The Class of 2013 will never be drank from, the celebratory grad t-shirts never worn.  I wouldn’t want to graduate in 2013 anyway, because thirteen is an unlucky number.

I’m ready!  I’m ready! I’m ready for the end of the world.  There really is not anywhere I would rather be than with my creator.  While I cherish and love my family and friends here on earth, I know even after my death, I will have the opportunity to see them again.  Being that we are all saved and not going to hell, that is.  I’m saved and have no fear of dying, unless it is a long, drawn out, painful death.  God bless those martyrs through-out time.  I don’t know if I could have burned on a stake while singing hymns of praise, unless God interprets screaming in agony as praise.  On the other hand, if I had been Cassie Bernall, I would have said, “Yes” also, even with a gun pointed at my head, knowing this individual would most likely take my life.  (Columbine High School)  People die every day by natural causes, accidents, illness etc. but you don’t get many people dying in the name of God.

The Romans persecution of early Christians is how martyrs came about.  Cassie Bernall is a modern-day martyr and if someone would ever hold a gun to my head and ask if I believe in God, I firmly believe I would answer “yes” knowing that mostly likely, I would not wake be waking up the next day.

What would your answer be?

~P.