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A Letter to God

 Dear God,


I know that you've sent me to this earth for a purpose and that is to gain all of life's experiences in this one lifetime. I have experienced immense sorrow, deep pain, and very seldom, a sense of satisfaction and joy. All of my life's achievements from the distant past have been overshadowed by the immense pain and suffering that I have been exposed to in the last two decades of my life. I have tried and failed at many things, some of which I held close to my heart. My heart has bled many a time. I have been torn apart due to life's misses. At this point, as I write, on the 14th of July, 2023, I fear that I might not have enough wealth left to survive this lifetime. I hope you're able to understand that my resources are limited like everyone else's and that I am subjected to the demand for goods and objects just like any ordinary mortal. This body won't survive in the air alone -- I need food to eat, I need medicines to stay well and I need clothes to wear. For all of this, I need money. I am scared that I might not make enough from now on. I am scared that I might lose the opportunity to do a job and make a living. I want way too much from life because I have suffered so much and seen so much struggle. But I am determined to make it work for myself. As I write, I pray to you so you may notice me for once. Here is this child of yours who is looking to make his mark on the universe, but is failing tremendously. I am a miserable piece of shit right now who is unable to find himself a good job. Please notice me and help me with my finances. Please give me enough so that I can lead a comfortable life, without having to worry about money. Money should be the last concern for me. 

God, I know you exist. But like billions of believers out there, I am also aware that the road to you is difficult. If I knew how to reach you, I would become an avatar. I am not a godsent avatar on this planet. I am an ordinary mortal. But I know you care for all of your children. I am also one of your children. Please help.


Regards,

Your child

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