The sunlight seemed brighter today than any other and I knew that it would look brighter tomorrow than it did today. I realize that I'd never appreciated the simple things in life and I know this sounds like a cliche, but it’s true. I never treasured the way each needle of grass browned with the coming of winter or how majestic the trees were as silhouettes formed with the showers of rain. I could hear people running wild outside, haha, not like they never did before.
I can now disregard the word ‘problem’ because, what is a problem to the end of the world? Every second my existence continued, the more I questioned my purpose. I didn't think I had a purpose and I still doubt that I'll realize it when the Creator bestows his judgement upon me. Ironically, I still hope that He permits me one question before I drown in the fires of hell -- the question of my purpose. I had not lived a just life as He wanted me to, I know that, and now my life seems to be of the least significance in this world.
I can hear them as they try to fulfill their mortal wishes and try to purge their existence of its wrong. I can see them grow more unstable each day while doubt clutches to their hearts. I can feel the atmosphere of their unrest and the confusion of their souls. I cannot hear my heart confess to my sins, nor can I see the improvement of my quavering mortality. I cannot feel the the pity that I should feel for myself because I have already accepted my judgement and in my self persuasion, I know that with His coming, I will not be made anew.