Hell doesn't really exist. Here's what I feel hell really is. It is the great divide between all that I wished I could do or wanted to do and all I really did.
I am here to be used, spent and valued. All my dreams are for naught. I'm here to work, to value myself and to do what I'm meant to do.
On the other hand, hell is in my face and the flames are my own feelings, failures, rages and regrets.
Hell is something we face in ourselves, not somewhere we are resigned to reside.
I must face my own hell here on Earth, rather than make reservations there.
Somewhere that doesn't exist. Somewhere that exists only inside my soul.
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