luck or something like it
The moment I decided to drop the teenage angst and look at things from a different angle, I think I started to actually live better. It got easier dealing with people and I really felt something like inner peace, or something. Anyway, I’m not sure if everybody gets the picture but I became a better person, reeeally far from the brat I was at fourteen. Not that I’m a total angel now; I’m still a brat sometimes. I think there still remains a bit of everything in everybody which may be triggered at certain circumstances.
So there I am, happy and all that. And things have been going my way for some time now, so much that there was a time when I felt that something BAD was bound to happen, which is just crazy, I know. So I started to think that I was one lucky person. God likes me.
Last week as I was saying my prayers, or more like thinking them, I came to realize something. I was always praying for everybody I held in my heart, right? How probable was it that other people are praying for me too? So maybe, I’m here standing firm on my legs coz someone says prayers for me every night, and not because of the things I do and not do. It could be. And it’s not unlikely.
