Hope.

Because the Disadvantage still struggle
Because the Crippled still walk
Because the Deaf still speak
And the Blind still see

There is still hope.

Because the sun still rise
Because the cloud still rain
Because the wind still sing
And the moon still shine

There is still hope.

Because you still have your freedom
to express to feel to speak
Because you still have your limbs
to walk to hold to touch
Because you still have your eyes
to see to judge to appreciate
Because we are blessed

There is still hope.

After I stopped attending the temple that I had been going to, I start to pray. And miraculously, I feel safer in my troubled mind. As much as I can be open-minded to these worldly-affairs that are occurring every second, my state of my mind tend to slip into the circumstances of turbulent. It can be quite hard and terrible, given the fact that I am stress from all my studies, but I will survive.

Confusion is just another state of mind; I am a living contradictory.

And when I do pray, I pray to Mother Teresa. Her words always open the doors in my life and I thank God for this.

I thank you too. You; whoever that is reading this sentence. Thank you.














God and religions.