I cup my hands and pray for better days and better ways, for a fixed heart and a mended head that is better able to incorporate all life throws my way, and not have a complete meltdown.
I pray all the time, even though I dont know who or what I am praying to, I still do it regardless.
Do I have faith or is it just desperation? A misguided hope of some divine intervention. Wouldnt it be glorious if someone actually answered my prayers, wouldn’t it be something if answers weren’t so hard to find and mistakes weren’t so hard to erase.
Wouldn’t it be something if a God did exist!