I think that before an author does anything, they should state their intent. Of course, it shouldn’t be obvious in most occasions. This, however, is not one of those occasions. Without knowing my intent, why should you even read this? I know I wouldn’t.
In this dreary thing known as life, I find hope. I call it my green horizon. I think it’s a different thing for everyone. While I know what mine is, it’s still so vague. I’ll never truly know what it is that drives me until I reach that green horizon.
My green horizon is what I’ll find in death. Peace. Does that make sense?
I need to say to all those “open-minded” people reading this, what does “open-minded” even mean? I don’t understand the idea. If you’re open-minded, you accept everything, yet condemn those who stand firm in their beliefs. Wouldn’t it be better to know what you believe and stick with it?
This leads to why death is my green horizon. I’m a Christian. Apparently, this makes me “close-minded.” With that aside, the knowledge that I possess more than hope, a green horizon, is why I’m so… me. It’s hard to explain. There are a few verses that can say it a lot better than I can. Psalm 62:1-2 “My soul finds rest in God alone; my salvation comes from Him. He alone is my rock and my salvation; He is my fortress and I will never be shaken." Psalm 48:14 (My favorite verse at the moment) “For this God is our God for ever and ever; He will be our guide even to the end.” I love knowing that God is always there, making sure I get through everything. His promise of a better future gets me through every day. It relieves a lot of my worries to know that someone else is watching over me, and that everything will end well.
That is my green horizon.
