I always think about the experience of baptism whenever I think about faith. Taking a step forward, letting it surround you, and never looking back. You realize no matter how hard you try to run the other way you always return to the same spot.
When the world burns down, what’s left? We had just started making memories together but now we’re on our own trying to understand complicated questions about love and identity. like what does a friendship truly mean?
It's so tragic how our generation has to see the world. We've never been this connected, forced to confront our realties to a larger picture. It made me so paranoid and crazy. I couldn’t see past a screen. Before I know it, I’ll be obsessively googling my name on my death bed, frantically searching for proof that I was alive. It's funny how everything is just a reflection of our own problems. Afraid of our existence, even more afraid of the existence of others. That's what makes it so hard to judge each other; we’re just searching for something to make us whole. Whether it be religion, sex, love, career, drugs, etc. and for the more existential, a larger meaning in the plot of the universe. It's why we hold on so tightly to the first quarter of our lives, unaware that on our last day we’ll be just as lost as our first.