There are times in my life when I speak to God. Not in my prayers, but in that time where I just lie awake on my bed right before I go to sleep, because I believe I am my truest self at that time. I talk to Him in my mind. Sometimes I tell Him that if the world is a movie, He'd be the best director ever. I tell Him he made the best plot twists and turns and conflicts and climax and unpredictable endings. Sometimes I laughed at Him for all the twists He gave me. Sometimes I ask Him why He gave me this role and ask Him what's next on my script. Sometimes I cry at Him, begging and begging for a break from this craziness, asking Him for pity, telling Him I couldn't play this role anymore. Sometimes I get mad at him, blaming Him for everything that happened, yelling at Him for being so unfair to me and for putting me through this kind of role.
But in the end of my conversation, I always whisper, "Please, make it easy". And I hope, He hears me, and grants me my only wish. For He is God the Creator, the Director.
Or maybe I am a sinner and sinners are no friends of God.
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