I never truly understood religion,
yet I bowed my head and worshipped God
even while doubting His existence.
Each prayer, each amen, each call to the Holy Spirit
felt less like faith and more like routine.
Not hatred—just confusion.
No one ever explained why we worship
a being so distant, so high above us.
Then one Friday evening,
the heavens—somehow—led you to me.
A blessing, a curse, a lesson;
I still don’t know which name fits best.
All I knew was the urge to understand you,
to turn the pages of your character slowly,
as if your story was bound in quiet December nights.
I can’t say for certain
whether heaven placed you in my hands
or hell reached out with burning fingers.
But one thing is clear—
through you, I learned what it means
to feel blessed.
Feb 8
Feb 8, 2026 at 12:13 PM UTC
I never truly understood religion,
yet I bowed my head and worshipped God
even while doubting His existence.
Each prayer, each amen, each call to the Holy Spirit
felt less like faith and more like routine.
Not hatred—just confusion.
No one ever explained why we worship
a being so distant, so high above us.
Then one Friday evening,
the heavens—somehow—led you to me.
A blessing, a curse, a lesson;
I still don’t know which name fits best.
All I knew was the urge to understand you,
to turn the pages of your character slowly,
as if your story was bound in quiet December nights.
I can’t say for certain
whether heaven placed you in my hands
or hell reached out with burning fingers.
But one thing is clear—
through you, I learned what it means
to feel blessed.
how can a person change your perspective just by simply being them?
