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What does it mean to be alive? Does it mean to breathe, experience, love, procreate? I want it all. I want my definition of alive to be all of that and more. I want every atom of my body to tingle with excitement and trepidation, I want to feel my palms sweating as I look into the eyes of the man I love, I want my hair to stand on end as I walk through a haunted house. I want to feel so alive that I can barely contain my heart inside my chest, thumping against my tattooed body as I spread my wings to fly.
Salvation is redemption, grace, love, faith, forgiveness, all rolled up into one big golden ball of feel-goodness. I don't know how anyone receives salvation, because one can certainly never deserve it. All I know is the cross around my neck reminds me that I have been too weak, but there is one greater who has delivered me salvation.
It's what makes a pencil. We can write with it. And thus, we can make carbon love, hate, destroy, promise, lie, comfort, despise. What a wonderful life exists for carbon in a pencil. It can do anything, and never take the blame for what has happened, because at the end of the day, it is all your words. Just different specks of carbon.