Okay, one thing’s for sure.
We’ve been arguing since.. forever about His form, His authenticity, His existence. We all have our own beliefs and mine are very strong. I know deep inside, and I’ve always believed that there is something out there, because I’ve reached out and have been helped. Every time. I’ve asked for signs and I’ve received them, only because I’ve been searching for meanings in everything that happens to me. Maybe it’s my hope that I believe in, it doesn’t matter. It keeps me moving, it keeps me dreaming, it keeps me sane and working. Mostly it just makes me happy. It makes me be kinder to those around me and more appreciative of their general existence ( even if sometimes I can’t help being annoyed with the world). It’s my own way of doing things and I have the right to have that.
But, we have to give Him one thing, whatever He, She, It is; be it a force, a deity, some kind of angel, It has a sense of humour. I don’t care if you believe only in the mere existence of the universe; then the universe has a sense of humour. I mean, how could It not? Even if sometimes it’s kind of a twisted one… . Have you ever begged in all seriousness only to be rewarded with a laugh-out-loud experience? You surely have, even if you didn’t notice. Try that: put your iPod on shuffle and the first song that comes on describes your next summer. Funnily crazy, right? It almost fits? WHO does that, really? Have you ever noticed the paradoxes that surround us, the dreams that we achieve, only to realise they were never meant to make us happy, the perfect synchronising of a song when you think about someone, the meeting with that person you would have done everything to avoid? If that’s not a stunning sense of humour, I don’t know what it is. Frankly, I’d do it to if I could have, you know, absolute and unlimited power over every living thing. I’d mess them up, too.