Faith ultimately serves as the cornerstone of life, a refuge sought after digesting harsh realities—equality, and love? Time and patience? Yes, but only if one is born into fortune. To simplify: luck dictates our path.
This isn’t to undermine the value of hard work or dismiss the ordinary, for reality often reveals uncharted territories. What has the world yet to witness?
Every day, I chase happiness in its various forms—whether through achieving goals, finding love, or simply wandering. Yet, even simple contentment seems a lofty life goal, hindered by many hurdles, chief among them being money.
But let’s steer back to the topic at hand. Do I believe in God? Belief in His existence and belief in Him are conflicting concepts, yet I do believe. As for the rest—Father, forgive this ignorant child for her ignorance.
How many souls have traversed this earth, a world I’ve barely glimpsed? It’s not the quantity that intrigues, but the belief that amidst the vastness, each of us is a unique speck, grain, or blade.
It’s ironic, isn’t it? Out of countless souls, I am distinct.
I pray, sometimes with eyes open, sometimes closed, for peace and perhaps a stroke of luck. Not to test my faith, but to stave off loneliness, insignificance, and the feeling of being inconsequential.
As humans, an innate desire for independence courses through our veins. There’s an urge to be something, to do something—to live. And for that, I’ve lived.
Leaving my parents’ home felt like stepping out of the shadows into a world ablaze with vibrant hues. I’ve been a participant, an instigator, an observer, and a supporter. Yet, indifference lingered—a chilling and unexpected companion.
Why do we live? What’s the purpose of life? Who can say? Because if we don’t, we die? Yet, those who desire life often meet death. Is life cruel, or perhaps it’s our own cruelty?
Is life beautiful because death gives it meaning, or because we understand its fleeting nature? Is it beautiful simply because we continue to live it?
These are the questions that shape my faith.
I won’t blame our Father for my choices or lack thereof. I simply hope He doesn’t lose patience with me.
After all, amidst trillions of specks, I am just one—an ordinary soul.
In the midst of this vast universe, I find myself grappling with the intricacies of ordinary life. My pursuit of happiness often collides with the mundane struggles of existence—like yearning for a day off from work, hoping for a raise that never comes, or navigating the complexities of relationships.
These simple, everyday problems may seem inconsequential in the grand scheme of things, but they weigh heavily on my mind. In a world that has grown increasingly complex, perhaps having the most ordinary of problems is a stroke of luck in itself.
As I navigate these challenges, I can’t help but wonder about the nature of existence. Why do we live? What gives life meaning? Is it the pursuit of happiness, the inevitability of death, or the beauty found in fleeting moments of joy?
These questions linger in the corners of my mind, intertwined with my faith and beliefs. I may be just a speck amidst a trillion others, but even in my ordinariness, I find solace in the belief that my existence holds significance, however small it may seem.
So, as I continue to journey through life, I carry with me the weight of my ordinary problems and the hope that amidst the chaos and uncertainty, there lies beauty in the simplicity of being human.
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