Imagine if we recorded all our lives onto the blank pages of a book. Towards the end, our creator would have a hearty laugh while turning the pages. As we move about, directionless in our utter confusion, gathering our bad decisions and accumulating a whole lot of errors. Can you picture Him smiling indulgently as we pray in our time of need and conveniently forget about Him when the problem seems to have passed? How about when we beg for forgiveness for all the horrible things we did when we thought that no one was watching. Just like a parent, He reads us bedtime stories and allows us the creative freedom to play out the characters that fascinate us the most.
YOU ARE READING
Mundane Musings of a Misunderstood Mind
Non-FictionAs the name suggests, these are snippets of the things that play on the author's mind; whether it is an oddity of society or a thought that randomly lingers a little longer than usual. You can call it creative writing, philosophy, lessons, musings o...
