Tuesday, September 23, 2014

Letter to God

Dear God
Thank you!! Today as I opened my eyes, I was happy to see myself blessed with this beautiful life for another day. I am thankful to you for giving me this precious and in fact a beautiful life. I cannot express how fortunate I am to have been born to this beautiful land, where Buddhism flourishes blessing every single being.

I know I have not been able to live up to your expectations and always made you sad. I know I have annoyed you and made you regret on your decision to spare me another day a several times. I have let you down and most often I forget to chant my prayers and remember you. I am utterly sorry for all these.

I am still like a child. I make mistakes and often fail to distinguish good and bad. I sometimes nag my parents too much and irritate them; I pick fight with my younger sisters and brag about being my daddy’s’ favorite. I get jealous when my friends make new companion and spend more time with them. I beg my pardon for all these little mischief. 

Dear god, you have always been around, looking after me and listening to all of my prayers. You helped me when I had no one to lean on and helped me overcome my fears. You gave me everything and I cannot imagine what would become of me without you. 

They say god helps those who help themselves, but as for me I have always found you so considerate and benevolent. You have showered me with your love, blessings and compassion in every moment of my life and this has made my life worth living and in fact living happily. Of course there are times when I have complained and often cursed this life of some of the miseries it brought in, but I sincerely don’t mean anything I’ve said or done to hurt you dear god.

I know I am lazy enough to go visit you, especially during auspicious days, but that doesn’t mean I don’t worship you or remember you. You are always in my heart. Thank you dear god, for bearing with me and my stubbornness and I’m sorry for my forgetful mind that often makes me skip my prayers, for not visiting you often and making offerings. I know this hurt, but I assure you that you’re always loved and worshiped. You are always remembered and forever respected.

Gayleg Dema