As the days go by I sit and wonder what exactly have I done with my life. I mean I know I have succeeded in graduating, getting married and holding a job, but what have I truly accomplished? I haven't graduated college only high school and the job I have isn't the career I want all my life. Each day that passes is just one day I let slip by without obtaining anything. When I go to my high school reunion I want to be able to brag about my life and everything that I have accomplished. I fear that I am going to die without knowing that sense of completion. Every day I worry about death and how short life can really be. It has gotten to a point that I have depressed myself by dwelling on that one fact, the fact the death is unavoidable. I love living even though it isn't the easy thing to do. I cannot seem to motivated myself to go out and achieve the things that I desire to achieve all because in the end I know that death will still come. I wish that I did believe in religion and heaven and hell because then I wouldn't worry so much about death because I know it wouldn't be over for me. But I cannot bring myself to believe in something so hyprocritical as religion. All and all this is a very dark and depressing post but I needed to vent. To continue hold all of this in would in the end be my undoing