I don’t need to trick meself into thinking anyone else is listenin’, or even cares. It’s all just a complicated way to get to that place in you, and it’s not honest either. I don’t need a bunch of bullshit stories about towers and boats and floods or rules about sin. And I reckon prayer is just trusting in it, having faith in it, just asking meself to be tough. It’s that part inside me that’s stronger and harder than anything else. But see, that’s what I reckon God really is, Charlie. And I don’t need some spirit in the sky to help me do that. But from there, it’s all up to you… soon as you can walk and talk, you start makin your own luck. When you’re born, you wither luck out or you don’t. And that can make you feel either lonely or powerful. Just like there’s no such thing as Zeus or Apollo or bloody unicorns. “There’s no such thing as God, Charlie, at least not how they say.
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