A friend wrote something very depressing a few years ago. “Why the hell did God make us? If He created us, why didn’t He make us perfect? If He is all-knowing and all-perfect, He could have created us perfect. But we failed. …And now we suffer for it.” But she seems to have forgotten, her life seems to have been difficult at the time, we also laugh and dance for it. A poem I wrote a long time ago seems to fit this:
a theif, a prostituteI believe, really BELIEVE, God is People. That Gods made people to have bodies to divide into in order to experience life in all its glorious, fun, amazing forms. But God created Starfish and plants. Yes, God experienced life there, too. One day I need to make a post about my idea of Creation.
a wife, a mother
a drug addict
a student, a game player
a friend, a counselor
an enemy
a suicide, a housekeeper
a slacker, a cashier
a jilted lover
an angel
in the care of a saint
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