Death, a word that consists because of our choices. Never die before living.
Never live before the except of death.
Do I have a soul? Do I believe in God? I actually don't know, I need a prove.
Does Jesus live in all of us, or is he just a symbol of the perfect man?
Why did he die? Because someone else should have the chance to play the perfect man? Or just because it was his faith?
Why am I alive, when someone else could have lived? My heart is connected to my brain,
and my brain is the source to all my acquaintance with life. Life is a gift, why not take the chance
and except who I am? Why do I care about death, when it is the beginning of something new?
Why care about other, when it is me who is in danger? My life is valuable, and death is far far away.
