I used to be materialistic, until I met Him. – Not materialistic in terms of jewellery or designer handbags (although they are kinda nice), but I cared a lot about the stuff in this world… How much money I was making, the holidays I could afford, the presents I gave my friends and that they gave me in return, and more.
How long could all this go on for? Where was the colour in my emo-rainbow, the climaxing staccato, the light at the end of the tunnel?
I used to be materialistic, but I fell in love with Him. It’s like I didn’t need to eat anymore, like I didn’t need to breathe. I didn’t need anything from this Earth, but just to exist in this sweet spirit-filled dream.
Suddenly, everything that had led up to before, didn’t matter.
What happens now, and what happens next, will be better.