Our world is a dark and depressing place. What few shreds of hope we have are slowly being lost. I want to help, but I can't help the entire world. I am only human. I can only help a few people at a time. What about the others who seek help? If I can't help them, they will lose faith in me. If they lose their faith in people, then what little light they have left in this dark world will die and fade away. I can't stand being human. We are so weak. We fight, we shed blood, we murder, and we don't give any of it a second thought. We are weak. I don't want to be human. I want to be something...more. I want to be the beacon of light that saves people from the darkness. I want to help. I want to help everyone. I want to save this world from the Hell we are slowly creating. I want to be remembered as...the person who saved the world...
I absolutely love burritos!
Apparently burritos are like cocaine to me. Actually, I'd have to agree, I have an unhealthy addiction to burritos.
And so Heaven welcomed me with open arms.