A fragile life.

A lot of people have been dying around here lately. It kinda sucks.

Fortunately, not a lot of people close to me have died, but the amount of that's happening lately has been quite ominous. Just this morning, two students from a nearby school died in on related accidents. What is even more ironic is that they were best friends.

Our school has faced three deaths in the last two years. The most recent one is Nate Savieo. He was the boyfriend of someone close to me, and very popular in my school. Half the school was devastated when they found out he died, including much of the staff.

A lot of parents siblings and pets have been dying as well. Quite honestly I see it as a sign or something. If you read Matthew 24-25, you'll see what I'm talking about all of these deaths symbolizing. I don't really think that God is killing people to tell us something, but he may be beginning his judgment and in that warning us that the judgment day is near.

I'm not saying I'm right, in fact I could be wrong. I don't even believe this to be 100% true, but that is just my theory on what God is doing. Even if it is not true, we all should be repenting and following the Lord.

And even if it is not true, these deaths still show us how fragile life is. You make one mistake, and it's over for good. You don't get a second chance. Often, we get a sense of immortality, but that is not true. We shall not let our lives waste away, for these are the very lives that God has given us. We never know how long we have left; Satan could be right behind you right now, ready to take your life.

And death is a hard thing to deal with. I can only imagine; I've never really had to deal with the death of a loved one that was really close to me. But I do know that all of these things in life are things you can learn from. Yes, the death of a person is sad, but although they've died in body, they don't have to die in spirit. If their death has come unexpectedly, it may be up to you to keep their spirit alive. If I died today, I would want the people that believed in me to carry on the things I wanted to do: to offer people my hand, help them, and take a small part making this world a better place. Someone could rip my head off, destroy my body, and throw it in a ditch, but my soul would still be happy if someone took my life upon them and through God gained a passion to help every struggling person they could. However, if I died a very quick but peaceful death; but all my stuff was sold, I was forgotten, and everyone stopped caring, my soul could not possibly be at rest.

Please do the same and a loved one near you dies.