Broken Vessels

Let me inaugurate with this:

We as humans, we all have emotions we all have a soft and fragile heart, easy to broken. We all have bad times and good times. We fail, yet we met accidentally someone who will give us lessons and rejections that will fix and mold again our broken vessel. - Who we are.

The question is, what happens to those things when something bad happens?

We get angry and mad. We cry a lot. Our heart feels like smiting and punching it over again and again. It hurts. Very much. But there are more than 8 billion people living on Earth. All of them feel those things. We are never alone. There is one BEING that watches us. Over us.

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Hi. I'm Daniel Kim, 17 years old. I belong to a Christian family. My mom and dad are pure Christians. They serve God with all of their hearts. I'm only child of them. But, it doesn't mean I'm Christian too. I'm absolutely their opposite. I'm such a stupid, idiot, dumb and useless child. It seems like my name is like an angel, but don't me.

When I was a child they keep pushing and pushing me to know that God. I never know Him. They keep telling and telling about His love, favor blah blah blah. I really hate talking that useless thing. It's very annoying every now and then. Now, here comes...

Every Sunday's situation:

"Come on, sweetie hurry up, I don't want to missed the Praise and Worship!" shout my mom with an excitement voice.

"Here I am." I replied with a listless and apthatic voice.

"I really hate this Sunday feeling!! I must prefer to sleep, smoke, drink an alcohol, hangout with my friends, girls all day and not to attend and serve that fake and useless God!!" said to my self with an annoying voice.

(At Church) Jesus Christ the Open door Church Inc. Int'l.

*Praise and Worship*

Blah blah blah blah

I feel so sleepy.

*So boring*

*Tsk! Tsk! I wanna go out from this boring church!*

Yes, I'm attending Sunday services with them, raising and clapping hands but deep inside I'm off and far from them. I really don't like what I'm doing. In a nutshell, I'm just constrained my parents to see others that I'm also part of them serving their God.

I hate God. I really hated Him.

Fast forward..

Yes, I admit it. I must prefer to smoke, drink an alcohol, engaging with girls. Well, I did all of these. Out of the mind of my parents, I'm extremely doing these bad habits. I don't want to be a part that godly abnormal family!! Raising their hands to the God that never seen before?!! Are there out of mind?! They're crazy!! I wish they must die and disappeared in this world!!! I will be happy if it will happen.

Suddenly...

*Phone rings*

"Hey dude! It's me, Joey your friend, how are you?" he said, so happy.

"Hey man, what's up! Well, I'm wanna go out with this stupid life!" I replied, so annoyed.

"Hey, chill. I know the answer for that, Come on! I will contact the gang and will make your day great and wonderful." He laughs, so dumb.

"Thanks dude. I'll be there." I replied, so excited.

"Okay, it will be a lot fun! More girls, beers ommmo! Haha. See you dude." He replied, hasty and sarcastic.