“Thoughts and prayers.”
… but let me ask you THIS?
DO you actually? Pray, that is?
If you write or say the words, “thoughts and prayers”, PLEASE actually think about this shit and “pray”. Let your words, thoughts, and deeds MEAN something, whether or not you see the fruits of them. Look, I’m not claiming to have all the answers, people, and although I do have quite a bit more than just a mustard seed of deaf, dumb, blind, and possibly even “pointless” faith, what I do know for a fact is that nothing bad has ever happened to me as the result of hitting my knees like the 5 year old FAVORITE daughter of God at the foot of this divinely punctuated and never forsaken “panic chair” that’s seen way too many of heartaches, joys, triumphs, pleas for mercy, and endless tears of gratitude to count.
Win, lose, or draw, the world news these days is doing it’s best to keep me on an effing roller coaster of the highest highs and lowest lows. So? Imma just keep on keepin’ it REAL and make my intentions as bold and impeccable as possible considering my otherwise innately putrid human condition. I mean, what’s the worst thing that can happen to me, right? There’s either Someone listening … OR there’s not … and just like Pascal said, there’s a 50/50 chance that Someone IS. I’d rather err on the side of caution … JUST IN CASE!
For the record, and lest I remind that, yes, we do all die young, relatively speaking, especially considering the bittersweet fact that we start dying the second we are born. So, say what you mean, mean what you say, THINK about your thoughts, and make every moment in between really count.
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