I've been thinking...

You know those video clips and stuffs where they say when you die, you'll find 2 ways ahead of you. Road One: Wide and easy, but going down. Road Two: Smaller and harder, but going up. Now, here's the thing...

Don't people KNOW where God is??? God's in heaven, and heaven is above, which means, we have to go up. But still, some people just choose to go down because it's wide and easy. Now seriously, why would they choose it?? Don't they know how torturing hell is like? They use the word every day but they never felt it. Going to heaven needs a lot more effort, but it's soooooo worth it, don't you think?

Think about it. Waterfalls with rainbows on them, green grasses, blue birds flying around, REAL apple trees (I've never seen one, but a lot of people draw it), the sun shining, sheep that go 'baaa, baaa' and jumping over fences (you know, like when you're trying to go to sleep), and I do wish it rains cats and dogs for real (without grey clouds, so when you want a puppy or a kitten you just hold your hands up), everyone's having a GREAT time, and you get to live like that for, ev, er. Wow. I wonder how long that'll be. I mean, people on earth will die, and that's it, probably about 70-80 years of living, they'll go away. But what about forever??

Like, A WHOLE ETERNAL LIFETIME. :O hard to imagine. But maybe heaven expands a lot so there's room for eternal lifetime forever stuffs and people won't be bored..!

How Do I Look?

I have been asking that question to many of the people around me lately. I don't know why, I figure it's because I'm growing up, and I'm worrying about how I look more and more.. My hair, my face, everything, seems to matter to me a lot more. It feels good to write about it, because I need to reflect myself. I have never thought reflecting is such an important thing to comfort yourself.

Ask my friends. My sister. My mom. Anyone who happens to hang around me most of the time actually.

Then it just hit me, why do I care? I know God told me that everyone is beautiful in His eyes, and I believe that, but what about in other people's eyes? I'm too concerned of what people think of me. I'm worried about how they will see me and what do they think of me. I'm afraid of being labelled 'ugly' or 'glasses' or 'weird looking'.

I'm scared.

I just am.

I just think that whatever they say, it doesn't matter...

No matter how hard I try, I will always be me. I'm a girl, with imperfect hair, and imperfect face, with glasses, and I'm too skinny. But I think that that's a girl. A real girl, is like that. She doesn't go around wearing a tank top and short skirts all the time, a shirt and a pair of jeans look perfectly fine for her.

My face is not the prettiest face around. My hair doesn't cooperate with me everyday. But flaws are fine, perfect is overrated, but imperfection is beautiful.