The Origins Of Life

The Origins Of Life

Where do babies really come from? Heaven or Hell?


In a conversation with my best friend last week, I told her I was glad I decided not to have kids because I didn't want my kids to have my life. To look like me, to sound like me, to act like me, to think like me. I suck. And my life sucks. I wouldn't wish my life on anyone.

Someone with my genes may be cursed with my life - especially if they were born of me. My bestie said "they say babies come from Heaven, but I think some babies come from Hell. That would explain why some kids lives are so messed up. Being born disabled or ugly or with a learning disability or just endures a terrible life."

I don't know why what she said struck me so, that's an awful thing to assume, right? Or is it? I've often felt my life is so terrible because I'm paying for sins my soul committed in a previous life. That could be true too. It also could be that I was one of the unlucky Hell babies right?

How would my besties theory work if that were the case? I personally have never heard the saying about babies coming from Heaven before. I assume its a saying because babies are beautiful and precious and (if you're a Christian) a product in the image of God.

So what would Lucifer gain from sending babies from Hell? To contrast the good on Earth with evil? Why would the babies Lucifer send have horrible lives instead of just being horrible themselves?

I think my bestie had an interesting theory, that I initially even agreed with. Thinking on it more though, I feel like if it is true that Lucifer sends babies to Earth as well, his babies would be evil themselves instead of having terrible lives.

So why do some children born of God have such terrible lives? Obviously, I feel like a variety of factors contribute to this. One of them could be that they've just unluckily come across too many people and situations touched by Lucifer instead of people and situations touched by God. I also hold onto to the theory I came to about my own life that maybe they too are paying for sins their souls committed in a previous lifetime.

Then again, who knows? Both I and my bestie suffer from a major depressive disorder, so maybe our horrible lives are just figments of our depressed imaginations. Maybe we need to find our own Morpheus so we can stop being red pillars and be blue pillars. That way we can live in a real world full of love and happiness instead of a world of death and despair and loneliness.

Even though I'm glad I don't want to have kids of my own anymore, I do like this old saying that babies come from Heaven. Their too beautiful and innocent to not come from a place of beauty, innocence, and peace.

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Everyone Should Experience Working In Fast Food Or Retail

Working in fast food was definitely not sunshine, lollipops, and rainbows, but I'm so glad I did it.


I know these jobs aren't glamorous. In fact, most days I looked forward to clocking out before I had even clocked in. I always secretly rolled my eyes when an angry customer droned on and on about how entitled he or she was. Though I can name a lot of bad things that happened on the job, it wasn't all horrible. As I reflect on my time working in fast food, I realize how much having that job really taught me and how grateful I am to have had that experience. I really think everyone should work in fast food or retail at some point, and here's why:

You make some great friends from work. I get it, sometimes your co-workers are royal jerks or flat out creeps. You see your name on the schedule next to theirs and immediately try switching with someone else. I've been there. However, I have worked with some amazing people as well.

Every time I worked with one girl in particular, we laughed for entire shifts. One night, we were singing the national anthem at the top of our lungs without realizing a customer had come in (to our surprise, she applauded our terrible screaming). Another coworker and I turned up the radio on full blast when business was slow and had dance battles. We made the most of our shifts, and I still talk to some of these people today.

You learn how to deal with difficult people. It's the age-old story: the uppity customer thinks twelve dollars for a meal combo is outrageous and Where is your manager?!

My friend and I were once called stupid and a customer said he would never come back to our restaurant to eat ever again. At the moment, we were scared out of our minds because we were both pretty new to the job. As time passed, we became more patient and tolerant and knew what triggered these particular customers. Dealing with these adversities definitely helps in the long run, particularly when it comes to doing group work with people who seem unbearable.

Your people skills increase by a landslide. I had always thought that I was great with people before I had a job. However, when I found myself in situations where I had to talk to strangers, I would grow nervous and stumble across my words from time to time. Working in an environment where communicating with others is a driving force helped me not only with improving my public speaking, but also made me more outgoing. In situations where I once backed into the corner to avoid having to talk to someone, I now take charge and initiate a conversation.

You establish a connection with regular customers. My favorite customer was named Jack. He was the sweetest old man who came in every Wednesday and Friday and bought food for himself and his wife. I quickly memorized his order, which impressed him. We shared pleasantries every time he came in, and my coworkers and I looked forward to seeing him.

Establishing a relationship with people who come in a lot helps immensely when it comes to working. It also provides a sense of accomplishment when you memorize an order. Not to mention, the customers start to like you and typically leave a generous tip!

You have stories to tell for a lifetime! Sometimes bad things happen at work. Once I was holding a hot pan and burned my arm— I still have the burn mark on my arm to prove it. My point is, it sucked at the moment, but now I look back and laugh.

One time I asked my coworker how to make soup and she replied, "Slowly, but beautifully." It was so nonchalant that I cracked up for hours. There was also a time when a customer asked me for outlandish toppings and condiments that we didn't offer. The craziest story, though, was the drug deal that went down in our public restrooms. My coworker and I obviously could not leave our station and follow these people into the bathroom, so we were pretty much defenseless. Nobody got hurt or anything, so it made for a great story.

Working in fast food was definitely not sunshine, lollipops, and rainbows, but I'm so glad I did it. It made me more independent and outgoing and gave me memories I'll never forget.

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