In the grand theater of existence, we often play the role of demanding divas, seeking divine intervention for our every whim. It’s like ordering takeout from the universe, expecting it to arrive in thirty minutes or less, with a side of enlightenment.
But the Divine isn’t a wish-granting genie; it’s more like a wise old friend gently nudging us towards self-discovery, all while chuckling at our attempts to control the cosmos with a vision board and a prayer.
So, next time we bargain with the Divine like flea market shoppers, remember: it’s not about what we get, but who we become in the process.
We must ask ourselves, do we want the Divine? Or only what the Divine can give us?