From a Christian song, my mom tells me that God’s blessing may not come when you want it, but it’ll be there right on time. The “right on time” part scares me. When exactly? When I’m old, dead, or lost interest? Life isn’t a race, but I keep thinking it is because I’m afraid of death. Although I’m working towards my future, it's not going fast enough. I'm wasting time. Sometimes I think the ONLY thing that’ll finally push me forward in my life & that’s if I won a million dollars in sweepstakes/lottery.