Hopeful words.

Clasp the hands together, close the eye lids, tilt the head down, and speak through the hearts.

Have you ever wondered on why some of us pray?

We place our hopes and beliefs on something bigger than us. Bigger than life.

We don't know if they really exist, or if it works, but still, we pray, in hopes that our prayers would be heard, and maybe, just maybe, our prayers would be answered.

We pray, wanting to believe in something. Wanting to feel secure, safe.

We pray, wanting to believe that everything will be alright.

We pray, wanting to have some assurance with situations.

We pray, wanting to have some guidance with life and hard choices.

We pray, with optimism, with expectations, with faith.

We pray, we wish, we dream.

I feel, it's a little egoistic to pray some times, to pray when we are in dire need of help. To ask for help or guidance only when we need them. It's egoistic to actually think that we deserve help in return with just a few words of prayers. Of all the people in the world, why would I be so special, to be the one that receives help, to be the one whom prayers are answered?

To ask with the expectations of it being answered the way you want it, it feels condescending.

On one hand, I pray with hopefulness. On the other hand, I don't feel like I'm worth it enough for my prayers to be answered. What have I done to deserve it?

But then again, I believe the higher beings would love us unconditionally, treat everyone the same, all wishes and prayers will be answered when the time is right. I believe they won't discriminate.

It's perplexing. To feel so many different things about it.

But nonetheless, I thank all for the blessings and the guidance given. I appreciate everything that has been bestowed upon myself and my life. I am fortunate, I am blessed.

To always have gratitude, that's one of the lessons I've learnt in life.

Thank you.

♥oves,

vee.