I do not believe this world is meant for us all.
I think that there are several types of people,
who are better off in a world of their own.
I am one of these people.
I am not particularly significant,
nor do I have any special talents.
I am passionately curious about life,
and all it has to offer.
I believe that people should bite off more than they can chew,
for I would rather choke on greatness,
than nibble on mediocrity.

I do not believe in a God,
I do not believe that any specific religion has all the answers,
rather,
I believe that people will always come up with scenarios and situations,
that give a potential reason for life.
I do not believe there is a world waiting for me when I die,
whether it be a kingdom in the clouds,
or endless lakes of fire.
I do not believe that if there were a God,
he would work in "mysterious" ways.
I believe that we are here for no specific purpose,
and rather than live our lives according to books that were written
hundreds of years ago,
we should understand that life is exactly what we, as the human race,
make it to be.
I truly believe that we as a race should stop believing in afterlives that other people have placed in our minds,
and come to realize that if there truly is an afterlife,
not one man or woman,
would ever be able to fathom it.
I believe that we should live life as one,
and worry about the rest,
if and when it comes to be.

Attract what you expect,
reflect what you desire,
become what you respect,
mirror what you admire.

I am strong,
but only because I once was weak.
I am fearless,
but only because I once was afraid.
I am wise,
but only because I once was foolish.
Life does not hand out these qualities,
but rather, allows them to be had,
only after you have endured the opposite.

I once considered myself trapped.
Trapped in my own demise.
I had built my walls so high,
I was unsure if you would ever make it over them.
What I didn't realize,
was that you slowly tore them down.
And before I noticed they were gone,
you had rebuilt them around us.
Only this time,
you added windows.

It is not that I miss you,
but more so that you are missing from me.
If we had never had the pleasure of meeting each other,
I think somehow, I would have realized my life was not whole.
I feel that I would be forever searching for you,
without even knowing what I was looking for.
I love you for many reasons,
but when people ask what I love most,
I simply say,
it is because you do not love me like I am ordinary.
Your love roars louder than my demons.

What if we fail?
"Than we will simply try again".
What if I am too weak to continue?
"I will be your crutch, and we will continue together".
What if I am simply not good enough?
"You will always be good enough for me".
What if I fall?
"Oh my dear, what if you fly?"