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Patience, Prayers, and Uncharted Paths
A thread
http://babswanderful.com/2020/10/11/patience-prayers-and-uncharted-paths/
A thread
http://babswanderful.com/2020/10/11/patience-prayers-and-uncharted-paths/
Perhaps I need to stop praying...
or...maybe...I am supposed to be more patient.
But surely my prayers aren't being heard.
or...maybe...I am supposed to be more patient.
But surely my prayers aren't being heard.
I've prayed, been praying for a long time...a long...ASS...time. My words are falling on the deaf ears of God, Allah, Buddha, and the Feminine Creator in the Sky. You see I believe in multiple Gods. I just can't rely on one to push my dreams from soft spoken words to reality.
I have to spread my faith.
Maybe that is how it works. Maybe I need to to find the fine balance of no prayers and patience whilst still being persistent of course, because that is just who I am. I shouldn't have to give up who I am just to get what I want.
...should I?
Maybe that is how it works. Maybe I need to to find the fine balance of no prayers and patience whilst still being persistent of course, because that is just who I am. I shouldn't have to give up who I am just to get what I want.
...should I?
Should I?
The thing...things I want the very most are out of my control.
The thing...things I want the very most are out of my control.
I am always expecting, though I heard that I should stop because that is how it works...right...I mean that's what everyone says. But I am always expecting. The only unexpected thing is the who, and the when...and the where but not the thing. I expect the thing.
I just don't have the details yet. But if you know something I don't know, do tell, please because I have no idea what the FUCK I am doing and where the FUCK I am going. I have NO.FUCKING.CLUE. I am more lost than you think. More lost than I let on. That's my superpower you know.
I give so much that people think I am giving everything, but I hold a few cards close to my chest. So people really don't know. I just let them think they do. They don't know. I don't know. And the Gods sure as hell don't know.
They just want me to pray to their deaf ears, whilst they ignore me. Whilst I sit in the house I built and watch the people outside who fly too closely to the sun only to get burnt and the ones who fall in the deep holes.
I just know that it is becoming time for me to leave the house that I built and pour my soul into another's. For I need someone else to help bare the burden of me because I cannot do this by myself any more. No longer. I can build, but I need help to sustain.
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