"It was late Tuesday night. I was in my room laying on my stomach in my bed with my face buried into my favorite pillow. My room was dead silent with only the subtle hum of the ceiling fan churning round and round, round and round, above my head. As I lay there, I wondered if I was awake, dreaming or slowly falling into a silent coma taking me away. My limbs and brain would start to feel numb from the world around me. But alas, I knew I was still alive because my breathing continued, in and out, in and out. I felt utter relief, but for a moment, it scared me because I had a small desire that I didn't want to wake. That all the words and sounds going back and forth, back and forth, in my head would stop and then I would be free. I knew I wasn't going to see the light or watch the clouds open, swallowing me into an abyss. I just rolled over as if it was just another ordinary day of living."

Now I knew what you are thinking, this is depressing, she is depressing, someone come get this girl some help. I know full well that I am not depressed and do not need any emergency therapy. I am just writing in the perspective of every person's thoughts at least once in their life. We all ponder that moment when we will die, one way or another. Whether you believe in Heaven or not, we all have questions about the last moment of our lives. What will it be like? When will it happen? And where will our souls go?

I, however, try to focus on the life I'm living and not when will the end come. I love life. I love my life. My family is my everything, my friends are my rocks and my cat is always there to listen to my problems. But the reason I write this is because sometimes I look out at the world around me and I can't help but wonder about life, and the worth of every single moment. I know my life is always worth living.

Even such a small act as taking a breath in the morning and deciding to start a new day is a step forward. You are always wanted, no matter how many lies you hear saying the opposite. That is why I am writing this. I want to remind everyone, and even myself, that I want to do something more with my relatively short time that I have on Earth. Even if I don't know what my purpose is yet, isn't it worth finding out? I find intriguing all the different things that may or may not happen to us. We may or may not go to college, get married, have kids. And some of us may not even leave the city we were born in. I don't want to just let myself or my loved ones lay around doing nothing with their lives. Even if I have only met you in passing or we have never met, I care deeply enough about you to tell you all of this and how precious your life is. I encourage anyone reading this to press into your heart and hold onto the little joys in life and pursue your passion. Look deep into yourself, have patience and I promise you will find that we all have a calling on our lives that we owe to ourselves to find out.