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Ego_Svm_Nemo
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Long story short: I’m 24 years old, and in about 6-7 months, I’m going to be dead. And any prayers couldn’t hurt at this point.
Short story long: I need to get this off my chest so this will be kind of long…
About last August I felt like something clicked in my mind and told me that I would be dead in less than a year.
It’s just a gut-feeling, nothing more substantial than that.
I’ve changed my lifestyle around tremendously. I’ve become healthier for the singular point that I feel like something or someone is going to kill me in the near future and I should try to make it difficult for them/it…
I’ve only told one person about this feeling, and thankfully I no longer speak to that person (She was emotionally, physically, and verbally abusive, and I’ve cut them out of life, but that’s a thread for another time…)
I’ve gone to mass, prayed for an explanation for why I’m feeling this way, and I haven’t gotten any response. In addition to the deafening silence that I get from God, I’ve just gotten more gut feelings…
Things along the lines of “look around you, see these people, if you fight to live by avoiding what’s coming, then pick some of these people and they will die in your place, if you don’t avoid what’s coming, then these people will all live long happy lives. simply put, one life for many.”
If I was truly born to die for others, I would like to know why… If I KNEW with absolute certainty that one of the people that will live because I died a violent death were to go on to bring about world peace, or cure cancer, or even the common cold, or invent cold fusion, or give humanity cheap access to outer space space, or a universal translator, or even just a better mouse trap, I could probably accept it, but nope, no reason is given to me… I could even accept it if it weren’t someone directly, but one of their descendants that humanity really needs, I die, allowing the mother, grandmother or even great grandmother of the next Einstein or Newton or John Paul II to be born…
I’m honestly close to the point where I should just accept that God doesn’t give a damn about little ol’ me.
A silver lining to this is that I’ve decided that if January 1st, 2011 rolls around and I haven’t assumed room temperature, then I’ll know it’s all been in my head and I can relax a little bit.
Short story long: I need to get this off my chest so this will be kind of long…
About last August I felt like something clicked in my mind and told me that I would be dead in less than a year.
It’s just a gut-feeling, nothing more substantial than that.
I’ve changed my lifestyle around tremendously. I’ve become healthier for the singular point that I feel like something or someone is going to kill me in the near future and I should try to make it difficult for them/it…
I’ve only told one person about this feeling, and thankfully I no longer speak to that person (She was emotionally, physically, and verbally abusive, and I’ve cut them out of life, but that’s a thread for another time…)
I’ve gone to mass, prayed for an explanation for why I’m feeling this way, and I haven’t gotten any response. In addition to the deafening silence that I get from God, I’ve just gotten more gut feelings…
Things along the lines of “look around you, see these people, if you fight to live by avoiding what’s coming, then pick some of these people and they will die in your place, if you don’t avoid what’s coming, then these people will all live long happy lives. simply put, one life for many.”
If I was truly born to die for others, I would like to know why… If I KNEW with absolute certainty that one of the people that will live because I died a violent death were to go on to bring about world peace, or cure cancer, or even the common cold, or invent cold fusion, or give humanity cheap access to outer space space, or a universal translator, or even just a better mouse trap, I could probably accept it, but nope, no reason is given to me… I could even accept it if it weren’t someone directly, but one of their descendants that humanity really needs, I die, allowing the mother, grandmother or even great grandmother of the next Einstein or Newton or John Paul II to be born…
I’m honestly close to the point where I should just accept that God doesn’t give a damn about little ol’ me.
A silver lining to this is that I’ve decided that if January 1st, 2011 rolls around and I haven’t assumed room temperature, then I’ll know it’s all been in my head and I can relax a little bit.
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