Dear Plastic World
Oh beautiful plastic world … You seem fun…exciting … cool. You promise me sweet nothings. You promise jewels of pain, of sin, of envy, of ignorance. You promise me love, fame and social hierarchy. You shower me with burning highs and heavy lows. You make feel worthless, nothing, a nobody …. like an outlaw. In Your world I don’t exist, I am always less than, useless, worthless, depressed and antisocial. But see, ‘Your’ plastic world is flawed, it’s broken, it’s a waste … and frankly it does not function in God’s universe. After all it is His realm of Jurisdiction, let’s be real, EVERYTHING is within His jurisdiction. So, please don’t even think that your version of ‘living’ is a way of life. In God’s plan I survive … I thrive … I am worthy. So, I no longer care to drool over your poisoned kindness. I no longer care to ‘fit’ in your plastic world … Your small, insignificant community of hate, of ignorance, of foolishness. I choose to live in the world that God has blessed upon His creation. May God guide the foolish hearts of this plastic world, to faith, to serenity, peace … to beauty
Amen.
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