Almighty

The weekend was supposed to be a spiritual retreat. A trip to a very famous temple.

What it turned out was the biggest let-down I have known. Made me question the extent and rationale of devotion. It was a circus out there, and it would probably be the last place where I’ll find Him. I still have my faith intact, and notwithstanding those agonizing hours of waiting in a line and then in prison-like cells, I still pray. Now I pray in quiet, sometimes on my bed, sometimes at work, sometimes on the go, but I pray when I need his strength, and I pray without any shenanigans or without any of the blind rituals. I just pray, and I know He listens.

Lets discuss ...

It could be a boring old topic. It could be like hearing an old tape recorder that you may have heard a hundred times before. It could sound like the ranting of an insecure girl. It could make you resist me and detest me. It could spoil your perfectly bright and happy mood. It could feel like an alien's blabbering. It could make you wonder. It could feel harsh and caustic. It could feel unapologetic. It could make you feel helpless. It could make me feel helpless. Lets do it anyway. Lets discuss Me.