Damn was I bored! I don't even know why I wrote this. If people like the beginning, I might continue…..it depends on how many reviews I get. I don't think I'm going to continue my other story. I lost my muse.

Death has always been easier than life.

Living is evil. It's complicated.

What do you do when you wake up in the morning or just during the day in general?

Do you pray? And if you do, what do you pray for?

A good meal, a good house, a nice car, a healthy family…..to stay safe?

Why would you pray for all of those things? Do you believe that God will just magically grant you what you want because you prayed? People die every day…..they are sick and homeless. They can't support their families. They can't buy any new clothes because they don't get enough money to even afford a rag.

Did they pray?

I'm sure as hell they did.

You aren't promised anything. No one is. Nobody can look at someone down the street and say, "oh yeah, I spoke to Jesus yesterday! He said he was going to promise me a happy life."

No one can say that. You are forced to work. Things don't just come to you.

You are forced to drown yourself in sadness and sorrow. Loved ones die eventually.

You break your bones and cry. We don't have amazing healing abilities.

You finally found love…but then you might find out your boyfriend cheated on you. Your heart was broken to pieces.

Everyone goes through this…It's impossible not to. It's a written down sequence of events. History repeats itself. All the time. We go through war and famine and disaster. Bad things happen. You can't fight them because they just happen.

But you have to learn to appreciate them.

Work brings you money, which brings you clothes and food and all the necessities that you want. Don't forget retirement.

Your close relative might've died, but you will always remember the happy memories you had with them.

You break your bones doing something that was probably dangerous, but it made you smile because you thought it was a good idea at the time.

Yeah, your boyfriend cheated on you, but you were happy during the ride…and you sure as hell will be happier toilet papering his house and fucking up his car.

There are always ups and downs to living. It gives you experience. You get some nice memories and laughs out of it.

But at the end of the day, you realize that you have to do it all over again tomorrow.

You have to deal with your ass of a boss. Yeah! You get to retire! After 45 years of working.

There are constant reminders of the park that you used to go to with your family.

You still have that cast on from that bone that you crushed from jumping off a swing.

Going to school will always be a pain in your ass because you see the guy that you loved with another girl.

Sigh…..what I would give for some easy going, no catch happiness. The kind that makes you want to live the same life over and over again because you actually want to.

Death? Death is easy.

Living is hard.

For all of you that might be offended about the God part of this story. I'm not trying to hate on God. If this continues, my character just won't be the greatest fan of God mostly because of personal issues. I believe in God all the way! So please don't be offended. If you are, I'll probably take that part off. Or just don't read like a normal person. Whatever makes you happy man…..

Ok, review if you want me to continue. If I do, this is not going to be such a happy story for the most part, so don't get high expectations.

Thanks to everyone that read my other story. If anyone new hasn't….I don't recommend reading it because it's pissing me off. I appreciated all your reviews, but I need a chance to blossom.

Love you all, thank you.

~Sam~