God gives battles to his best warriors. I don't know what His idea is.
As if my finances weren't so bad, the loss of my cat Fanny, my psychological health weren't so delicate, and the family more broken than ever. Now my grandmother, the most beautiful but temperamental being, is hospitalized... and I'm in another city.
I don't know why so many things are happening to me. I suppose it's because I'm weak, lazy, or something I'm doing wrong that's causing me to accumulate so much karma.
I can't collapse, I can't let it defeat me, I can't let myself be defeated. If I collapse, everything I've created and fought for would be in vain, and my creations would be lost forever, unbeknownst to the small social world I have.
I just have to ask you, guys, those who believe in God, to pray for me. Pray for me, because I think He doesn't listen to me or I'm not worthy. To the non-believers, wish me the best of luck.
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05 Jul 2025 02:33 CEST
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