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I wish God had sat me down, and explained to me The Rules.
Of the babe I would be, raised by parents I couldn’t choose, a different path for everyone, in a locale which I have no say over.
To then choose a direction I wish to take, with the scars and childhood bruises that have formed my way of thought.
And no matter how hard I try to direct my environment and circumstances, life has a way of doing things its own way, and I’m nothing but a pawn.
That I would search for answers and explanations of the trite and the deeply meaningful, gain knowledge and insight and hopefully grow to be a fair, considerate and consequential human being, able to care for and guide those who He has chosen to place into my care.
To be left with the dark question of my own mortality, with only faith and belief for the hereon ever after. There is no proof of where I’m going, that what I’m doing even matters, and I am caught up in this Game, with no way out but the way The Rules of Life dictate.
If God had sat me down, and explained to me The Rules, would I have opted to play The Game? I honestly don’t know…