Angelita (standard:fantasy, 5673 words)
Author: Izzy	Added: Oct 14 2003	Views/Reads: 3237/2262	Story vote: 0.00 (0 votes)
wel, its all about an angel really - and my view on what happens next. i fink dats all i need 2 say!

The sun looks beautiful when it sets. Don't you think?  It's funny how
we spend so many days on this earth, so many hours wasting time, so 
many minutes doing worthless things, but we never really look.  I mean 
really look, spend a night just watching the stars, being awake in time 
for sunrise, or making patterns or pictures with the clouds.  We spend 
our lives rushing from place to place, from person to person.  Our 
lives are just one familiar pattern, one routine for the rest of our 
lives.  We never change, why should we?  But we never really know how 
far the world goes? What's up there, beyond the clouds and even the 
stars?  Is there something bigger, something better than all this? What 
do we really live for?  Just to get up each morning, eat a bowl of 
cereal and then head off to a meaningless job.  A job we hate but have 
to do.  We need the money.  I know we do, but what if all this – money, 
bank accounts, jobs what if it's all unnecessary?  No job can prepare 
us for death, for what happens next, if anything.  So why do we waste 
our time?  Why don't we spend our lives doing something worthwhile?  I 
mean really worthwhile, to make the most of the little time we have 
here.  Because who knows what happens next, where we go, what we do.  
We're alone after this, no amount of money or fancy clothes can get us 
out of death.  But who really knows? Maybe God does exist but went on 
holiday and left the world to make it's own mistakes.  If there was a 
God then why is there all this suffering? Why does He let these things 
happen to us? What if there is no Heaven anymore, just a big empty 
space?  What will we do then? 

~*~ Well, I don't really know where to start.  I guess I'll just
introduce myself, my name is Natascha and I'm 15 years old.  I'm also 
an angel.  I bet that threw you.  I bet you think I'm just making it 
all up.  You don't believe me.  I know you don't.  No one does.  No one 
believes anymore.  Everything has to make sense in the world now.  
Everything has to have a reason.  Nothing can be left to destiny or 
God.  To you he's just a myth, just a story that means nothing and just 
kept everyone from going insane about 200 years ago and that gave them 
something to do on a Sunday.  I could tell you that you were wrong but 
you'd laugh in my face.  “If there is a God what has he ever done for 
us?  Why are there wars then if there is a God?   He's just a stupid 
lie – if he wasn't then where is he when we need him?”  I hear it all 
the time, I guess there's no point arguing.  You're all too stupid to 
see it, really.  If you just looked around once and saw the world as 
you've made it, you'd understand.  God hasn't made troubles for you – 
you've done that all by yourself.  You've started wars, you haven't got 
along, you've made diseases and God's left to pick up the pieces to try 
and make the world a better place.  He's not your slave, you know?  If 
you do something wrong you can't just expect Him to make it all a 
better for you, especially if you don't believe in him in the first 
place.  The human race can be awfully dim sometimes.  God loves you.  
He works hard for you.  And you reward him by not believing, by 
stopping from going to church, by blaming the world's troubles on Him!  
And you wonder why he doesn't just make it all better for you?  You 
amaze me! 

I see you everyday looking down from my hill, rushing around like
there's no tomorrow.  You don't stop from anyone or anything you just 
carry on going and it doesn't matter who you hit along the way.  You 
people are so strange.  The only person who matters to you is you.  Who 
cares about other people when you've got you?  I mean you've got to 
look after number one haven't you?  Whatever happened to treating 
people the way you want to be.  Did it just fade out just like the 
meaning of your pointless lives? 

I'm guessing you want to know more about me.  You've probably never even
seen an angel before; I'm guessing you've never even looked.  We're 
here.  Sometimes you can see us, sometimes you can't.  That all depends 
on Him.  We don't have wings, we don't need them.  We don't have halos 
and we don't sit on clouds playing harps and lutes.  We're here to take 
you when your time comes. Whether it's up or down you're going we're 
the ones who show you the route.  We all do it, it's like our ‘job' 
only we don't get paid, we don't need to be, we already have everything 
we need.  He provides it all for us.  We don't have a choice, but we 
don't need one.  We're not like you. We're the people who didn't get a 
chance at life down on Earth.  We're all the miscarriages, the 
stillborn babies, the infant deaths.  Those who never got to see the 
World so instead we live our lives up here, serving Him.  We don't get 
restless with life and need new possibilities, new options.  We're 
contented with life as it is.  We don't need computers and phones and 


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