Hello. Yes, hello.
Sometimes I wonder who I have to thank for my life. Of course my mom and dad, obviously. But who began this whole mankindly thingy? Right now, I feel like I am committing heresy. But lucky me, we ain’t living in the Dark Ages, it’s modern time now baby!
Wouldn’t it be nice if God, Mother Earth, Allah, Buddha, or some other earth-making holy creator had a postal adress? Just to send a wish to or maybe even a complaint. People could write all of their sins and lawless acts right down on a piece of paper and send it directly to their maker. Hopefully the ones above have enough employees to process all the letters…
All of a sudden, you get a letter back! Beautiful gold written handwriting, posh paper made by angles and a heavenly good smell attached – probably a paradisely fart – to the paper. It says:
Dear one. God is busy right now taking care of the soldiers who are making a useless war, once again. Please hang on. When war is over, He’ll take care of you. In the meantime, good luck with your shitty life.
Not very much you hoped for, isn’t it? Well that’s because mostly you have to solve your own problems. It only makes you stronger. But when you can’t do it alone, don’t be afraid to ask others. Therefore, there will be always help offered by your loved ones.
Thy, Beautiful 