I started the day, which ironically the last day of the year, with simple and sweet prayer. A normal people would tend to pray in silence but on the other hand, an inventive person will tell his prayer in a ballsy-bloggie way.
So my short prayer goes like this;
Hey Dear Lord!
I actually don’t know how to start this stuff up. So forgive me if I’m violating the formal way of writing a prayer.
Remember me, your messy-mushy twenty-one year old son who’s still longing for a cool tie and a pair of running shoes? I’m still here.
Remember the night, when I asked you to give me dozen of French fries? Hell thanks, because you gave me a lemon. First, I thought you are just pulling my leg out of my own sanity, but perhaps I believe you just want me to create lemonade out of your heavenly-citrus gift.
Remember the hot afternoon, when you called me to go in a place where you think I can find luck and never-ending prospects? That time actually I wore red long sleeves with fancy tie just to found out that I’m stuck at the children’s party not on corporate agenda at all. So, all I could do is to pretend a clown minus the bubbly costume. You gave me no choice and you obviously gave me a chance to play and laugh with young souls. Funny, eh?
I’m always up for your series of twists and turns, rains and sun-shines, black and white. Because after all, I believe you’re the craziest of the crazies. Now, let me ask you this, what’s with these weirdest of the weird sets of surprises?
Don’t give me answers. Just stay with me no matter what. Yes? Pinky promise?
On a serious end, I’m oddly happy and blessed to have you along my 2010 trip. Thanks for a messy and cloggy year in general - days of doubts, fears and uncertainties.
Remember me, your messy-mushy twenty-one year old son who’s still longing for a cool tie and a pair of running shoes. I’m still here, waiting for myself to embrace the weirdest of the weird sets of surprises.
Love lots!
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