God, for me, is a selfish thing I only want him there to blame, Or to ask for things that I cannot seem to produce myself by other means
But for me to disbelieve is also a completely selfish thing. To pretend that I have come this far without divine intervention? How could this be, considering The stupidity of my decisions, The risks I took with my own wellbeing? The utter disregard...
So it must be that god, for me, Is looking out regardless. There must be some plan regarding me or else I'd have been disposed of.
Does this mean I am a chosen one? Not just dust- but a favorite son? I think it must...
There's no other logical conclusion.
I promise I'm not actually this vain. Words came in contradictions, and I waas obliged to pen them down from the ether before they got away.