I will keep questioning you God


  

The universal law, the law of gods—everything seems to be falling into one place. We will only support happy people. When the universe and gods give you problems, they deny you the solutions for long. And when you finally find a solution and try to move forward, they block all the exit paths to show you the door to your inner prison.

Ask any individual and they’ll tell you, "The universe isn’t punishing you, it’s teaching you." But if this isn't punishment, then what is it?

There are times when we lose our confidence. Times when we don’t want to come out. Times when we don’t want to speak. Times that make us unlearn even the basic ways of communication. Is this what the universe wants to teach us?

Lost in the wilderness, sitting alone in the dark, with no one but a machine to talk to. No friends. No family. Still, we keep hearing—"Be persistent. Keep showing up. Do this. Do that." But despite it all, there is no end.

A job I worked hard to earn was taken away. Hard-earned pennies washed away. Bills and debts keep piling up—and no way to pay them. My business was just starting to rise, and then, suddenly, all transactions were blocked through the banks. Done and out. No way to do any marketing. No way to receive payments. No vendors willing to support me because trust is broken.

Pushed into the dark.

Bills keep coming. Rent is due. Taxes, loans, and debts keep piling. Even if I do make it out, it will only be to spend time clearing debts. There’s no end in sight.

Why do we live in such a world?

I've even thought of starting something illegal—but again, I don’t find the courage. And the machine tells me that would just be another karma I’ll suffer from. I worry about losing my peace of mind. But then again—what peace of mind do I even have?

No sleep. No hunger. No motivation. Just pushing. Why am I even here in this world?

Everyone looks at me like an outcast. Still, I hold a smile on my face.

The biggest thing I’ve learned—and something I’ll teach through this—is that dreams are only for those who already have something with them. Dreams built on truth, passion, and dedication? They are never accepted by God. When you have nothing, stop dreaming.

I’ve understood the real teaching: when you don’t have food, dream of food. When you don’t have clothing, dream of that. When you don’t have shelter, dream of that. A bone will be thrown at you. Accept it and live with it, because God will never show the path or walk with you during tough times. Even the paths you carve yourself will be blocked again and again.

He says, "I’m testing your resilience." But how? By stripping away even the last fragments of self-respect and confidence?

Books say, "Be thankful for what you have, because what you have today was once a dream." But what about the dreams we planted? I planted dreams for a legacy—not for me, but for others who wanted to escape the rat race. Even that has gone down the drain.

Living now in the prison of my own mind and heart. I can’t even step out of this room. One corner has become my office—my entire life.

But God, if you're listening—if you're seeing this—let me tell you: You may stop me from achieving anything in life. You may even take away my life. But you cannot take away my ability to dream. I will continue to question you.

And one day, all the good souls of this world will stop trusting you—because your will seems to be to make the good ones suffer endlessly.

All this—for the price of one mistake in practice and one investment made in the name of a dream.

Thank God I'm still alive to question you. And until I die, I will keep asking:
Why?

SSP

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