#114
I was told my people would leave me.
I was told not to put them before myself.
I was told that once all the blessings are gone,
and I am the one who has fallen,
they would turn their backs on me.
Yet,
I have this strange feeling that I—
for the life of me—
can trust them.
I can't shake the thought
that whispers:
I am surrounded by good people.
I don't deserve them,
yet they're here—
playing along with my nonsense,
laughing with me at the most trivial things...
or maybe they're laughing at me.
I don't know.
I can't say for certain.
But all I know is this:
These people came into my life.
They were sent to me,
so that one day—or perhaps right now,
I don't know—
their purpose may be one of two things:
To teach me trust and faith,
and to leave me with good memories.
Oh, I thank You, God,
for giving me these people who stay with me
while the world around me—and my own—crumbles.
I thank You, God,
for blessing me and surrounding me
with good people and beautiful souls,
to teach me whatever it is You wish me to learn,
and to guide me toward the path
that was written for me
and meant to be mine.