I was searching around the Internet, looking at funny and entertaining things to occupy my mind. Depressed, of course. My only mood as of late.

I stumbled across this person's writings. I don't know who they are, where they come from, or what their interests are, but they wrote something that stole me.

You know, there are 20 angels on the earth right now. Nine of them are asleep. Six of them are playing. Four of them are working. There is one angel who is reading this and secretly wonders if this last angel could be her.

It blew my mind.

I'm not delusional. I'm not telling myself that I am this angel, without any shadow of a doubt. That would be foolish and in my opinion, a bit narcissistic. What I did take from it though, was inspiration. I have a purpose in life, despite how dismal and gloomy my future looks. I'm better than this. I need to help people. I feel somewhat obliged to save them.

I might not be the angel that this person wrote about, but I must admit I would really like to be.