Constant worriers, say aye.

I'm feeling very.. lazy. It's 11.30 am. We have a presentation and two assignments due tomorrow. I'm more or less done, I suppose. Well, not really. But I'm feeling so lazy. I think I'm tired. I want to rest.

Actually, a strange thought has been repeatedly entering my mind lately. I've been thinking about all the sleep I'd like and all the freedom I could have, with no worries and no problems, no deadlines and no assignments. Yeah, a perfect world. Then my mind drew back to times when I used to be afraid of death. Recently, I've found myself thinking about death again. But strangely enough, it doesn't scare me. My current (possibly just temporary) perspective of death is: 1. eternal sleep 2. eternal rest 3. eternal peace 4. eternal freedom.

Sound familiar?

Then my mind wandered even further, to God and Jesus and seeing Them in the other lifetime and.. and.. hoping.. that I'd even see Them in the other lifetime.. or be with Them..

And I've just gone back to worrying again.