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I feel frustrated, thus i write to God. |
Letter To God—Please Open Doors Date:23/01/08 I’m just a pauper, waking up every morning thinking on how I can have a better life. A glass of tap water or hot green tea always accompany me in my pursue of becoming a writer. I’m very normal, very basic, but I crave for that good life so much that it drives me to work harder, on that Grammar and Tenses. Past, Present, Past Continuous, Simple Past, Present Simple; what the heck! I can’t wait any longer, and it drives me crazy to see the kids grow and grow, and this small space is becoming even smaller than ever! God! I take your challenge, I do. I’ll work it out, I will! But can you give me a sign? So I know where to go and seek help? Can i start from nothing? How?Give me that guts and strength; give me a job of any kind, so that I can go on with my schooling. Give me, because I need it really bad. I’m not angry and I’m content, but I can’t stay like this, thinking of solution every time . I’m so not independent, and I feel so weak! Listen God! You give me a taste of good life; you gave me a taste of good food, good wine, good company and a cosy bed that makes me feel like a sleeping beauty; are you kidding me? Or are you challenging me? You left me and the kids stranded on a cold night after you gave us a good expensive experience. God! I don’t want that anymore! I’ll rather be in my small forty square foot crib and chill. Don’t test me, because I don’t need that! The almighty, What I need is a peaceful mind, to be able to have avenues on what I’m trying to pursue. Yes, avenues are what I need. Give me that, and I shall excel. Just open doors for me whenever I knock, and I’ll do the rest with full dedication, because you know me, because you know I won’t beg! People say opportunities are everywhere, so open it for me whenever I knock. Thank you! |