Sometimes in life, bad things happen and sometimes in life, those bad things cost us lives. Sometimes it is our fault, other times it is not, but no matter what, we always seem to blame ourselves. We blame ourselves for even trying and are mad at our mistakes. We blame ourselves for breaking hearts, and we blame others for breaking ours. It hurts, it hurts bad, and it gets harder every single time.
Being dead is when you don’t see life as it is. Being alive is when you truly see what life is about, and by that you overcome death. Death isn’t what we all see it as. Passing away isn’t death itself, it’s simply moving onto the next stage of this awfully big adventure.
The Lord and his father our God are blinded when it comes to genres of something. Whether it is a song, a movie, a book or whatever it may be, God and Jesus couldn’t care less about what the genre is, for they only care about the message contained inside.
For me, lately it’s been the knife that I been resorting to. (not literally a knife, but what the knife represents) I’ve felt just so weak the past few weeks, I’ve been getting quite stressed, and I’ve just been completely ignoring the things I have written here on my blog and my Instagram account.