I Wonder If Angels Are Watching Us

I wonder if angels are watching us. Like they sit around on their fluffy cloud pillows and watch us live our lives. I like to imagine that maybe the earth is like Netflix or a blog site. And the angels all get to pick which people they follow. They would have their favorites, of course. There would be the people who are more popular to follow than others. Maybe the president or celebrities would be fun to observe.

            Maybe our lives are like T.V. shows to them. Maybe they have angelic duties to fulfill, but on their free time they get to people watch. Maybe one angel would say to another, “Hey did you see what happened to Jill last night?” and they would talk about her life. But I think they would really care. I think they would care what happens to us. They would root for our happiness, and cry when we do. Maybe they would get upset when we choose a path that will not end well for us, but we are blissfully unaware, because we do not see the big picture like they do.

            Or maybe they do try to warn us. Maybe they send us signs but we just don’t recognize them. Do you wonder this? Do you wonder if our ancestors are up there, watching us, along with loved ones that we knew before they died? I wonder about this. I wonder which boy in my life they are voting for. I wonder if they ship me with different boys and argue about who I should end up with. And maybe some think I haven’t met the right one yet. I wonder if all of the angels that “follow” me talk about my life when they are up there doing angel things. I wonder if I have a fan base. I wonder if they are ripping feathers out of their wings because they are so frustrated as they watch me make mistake after mistake.

            I wonder if I am fun to watch. I wonder if I make them laugh. I wonder if they classify people into genres. Like some people’s lives are more dramatic than others so they are listed under “drama”. They same goes for comedy, romance, suspense, and anything else. I wonder if when I’m just sitting in my room watching things, reading, or writing they go about their angel ways. Then when I’m about to go somewhere or do something fun they get a notification, and then they might say, “Yes! Something is about to happen,” and they could tune in and watch me.

            I wonder if the younger angels—the people in the world who were taken too soon—watch us with envy or relief. I wonder if they wish they had stayed longer. Or maybe they understand why they died and are happy to be in heaven. I wonder what it’s like up there. I hope my angel “followers” aren’t too upset with me and the decisions I’ve made. I hope they understand.