"The most beautiful thing we can experience is the mysterious."

| | perfectly content | |

Does it matter what I say? I can tell you all my name is Sarah Catherine,that
I'm eighteen, and my favourite colour has always been blue or yellow.
Those are only facts about myself, and yet, I always see paragraphs written as such.

I doubt it would matter at all if you knew,that I love my best friends
with everything I have.That I support my school football team, 100% and
I hate missing games. That I love the band geeks.They never get enough credit.
I could tell you I'm editor of the school paper.That I have an intense passion
for writing.Or that I'm never anywhere without my ipod.

I can inform you all that I've been in love.That my heart was once broken,
and now it's healed.I can tell you I believe in God, and know I'm going to
live forever.But do you know who I am? I can't find myself to believe you do.

Any words I write, are just that. Words on some page.It doesn't mean you
know who I am, or what I'm about. I myself am still figuring that out.

The unknown;

“The only thing we have to fear is fear itself.”

Was FDR correct in this very wise statement? Perhaps he was, I'm not going to go against some of the most famous words ever spoken. Although every time I hear this repeated, I forget to focus on not being afraid and I focus on my fears instead.

Most everyone has a fear, and if they deny the fact that they have a fear then they have a lying problem. Which is a another disorder in itself. Some people are afraid of heights, some afraid of spiders. Some people are afraid of being alone, and some people are afraid of being with other people. There are rational fears and there are irrational fears. Although to the person with the fear, it isn't really irrational is it?

I have a slight fear of heights myself. I dislike spiders, and I'd rather be alone than surround myself with people. Although I wouldn't call these things my fears. I declare my fears as things I am infatuated with.

My fear has always been death. Even if I won't admit it to myself sometimes, and I rarely admit it to others. I used to dream about my death; how I would die, how my best friends would deal with my death. I slowly grew out of that, but at times I still find myself daydreaming about taking my last breath. My heart will simply stop and I will fade into eternity.

Will there be no pain? That would be a blessing. Will I still get to see the stars? I live for the stars, they light my path and speak secrets in my ears. I wonder these things, I wonder about heaven, and about God. I wonder about my past and the things I've done. I wonder about karma.

I wonder if death will be everything or will it be nothing? Or can it be both? Some Universal black hole everyone has to go through.

I'm so afraid sometimes of death, and I know the only reason why I fear death is because death is the unknown. I do well with logic and things you can see. I often fail at things that I can't see or that I can't understand. I'm still not disputing the words FDR spoke so long ago, I am however saying I agree with Albus Dumbledore when he said:

"It is the unknown we fear when we look upon death and darkness, nothing more."