Low point

Things get hard, maybe that's what supposed to be.
This is life, I know.
Sometimes when life brings me here I realize that the only thing I supposed to do is have in faith. Believe in Allah's plans. Pray, as much as I can.
I know, Allah miss me.
I know, Allah loves me.
Allah had a bigger plan than I ever had for my self.
This thoughts lead me to something big, complicated questions.
What happen after all of this thing? After everything I did in life? After every single thing I did in the past 18 years?
The only thing that can calm my thoughts and feeling is talk to God, cry within my silence, let destiny leads me to what Allah had created for me.