towering Babel

Towering Babel
         Even when I am writing this, at the back of my mind I keep on saying, ‘This post should be good… no! It should be great…. It should be flawless’.  I am so important to me that I think of this particular person called ‘myself’ throughout the clock. Thus, ‘I’ am always busy doing, if not anything else, the dreaming , planning and envisioning the ‘tomorrow’ of  ‘my’ wonderful life… right there on top of the world.
Now I ask my God to vindicate me from this bloody trap and open my eyes wide open. He is still smiling… no! Do not get me wrong! I am not complaining… I am so used to His smiles at odd times that say, ‘Don’t worry! Everything is going to be alright’… that I have long before started to believe in it and have hope in its mystery.  I realize that it is all right if God and I just were quiet and not talk or exchange words. Languages are after all chaotic… a result of the towering Babel.