It’s not mine, it’s not yours Though imperfect, but it’s ours. We gotta breathe We gotta sleep We gotta laugh We gotta live. Can you hear me? This story belongs to us.
No one has seen Him. Not even those who preach about Him. Yet we believe in Him. When we can so strongly believe in the one that no one has ever seen, then why can’t we believe in the ones that each one of us can see. Your wealth and your incantations don’t have the power to please Him. You cannot reach out to Him. But He can. Sincerely atone for your sins and rise above your flaws. And He shall seek you. Be good to those who are in distress. Be their hero. And god, the supreme Hero who lives above us all, shall Himself come to you.
Everything that happens in life isn’t negative.
Ego is like cyanide. Instantly kills dialogue. Always needs to be kept satisfied.