God, a subtle force of nature. A force of nature that wills you forward, wants you to keep living.
Nothing less! But also…nothing more.
Like the trees that want you to live, by virtue of the oxygen that they impart.
Like fruits, that want you to live, by virtue of the nutrition in their flesh.

A force of nature. Some call it the Brahman, some call it Chi- and that is all it is, and more.
God isn’t here to plan our future, or punish our deeds, rather simply a force…of existence. Unfortunately for all of us, God isn’t anyone to blame.
God was never the doer. You were.

You may close your eyes and feel it sometimes, in the deepest moments of your grief.
A warm light in the center of your being, a point of emergence, from which spreads beauty, within and without.
A reason to live, a reason to believe, a reason to hope. Despite it all, and inspite it all.
Or maybe, outrageously, because of it all.

You can weild this, not everyone can. Not the trees, not the animals, but you.
You’re an instrument, and you can play with the wind that flows through you. Create music out of it. You can move mountains, or maybe you can reverse time.
Have you tried yet?
It’s right there, within your reach. An endless reserve of endurance that never runs out. That keeps you going even through hell.
Yes, you have suffered. Yes, you may find all is lost.
But you still live on.
The agony runs deep into your bones, yes, the cries of helplessness and frustration that you weep every moment - yes, you are in despair. But that is now.
You do not yet know what you may become a few moments later.
Every moment of time holds endless possibilities.
A universe within itself, recurring, fractal.
Kaleidoscopic, impossibly beautiful.
A power that you don’t fully realise yet, through your mortal eyes.

Life is but a random assortment of events. And we, the ever rational. Of course we must attach meaning to everything!
Again, that’s just by virtue of our nature, as humans. We form memories, model this world, make sense of everything by attaching reason to events. We need to understand, that’s just who we are as a species.
You, and I, the same- just in different periods of our lifetime - not mortal, but perhaps our cosmic lifetimes.
I am probably what you were, before. And I am probably yet to learn what you already have.

Hello, me. How we meet again!

So if no one really exists out there listening to all our prayers, doesn’t that make us a tad bit lonely? Have we simply been shouting out into the empty universe, an echoing chamber all this while?

Well, yes and no.
You see, this force of nature wants you to succeed. It wants you to grow, become, do, and be. It’s rooting for you, in ways that you can’t rationale.
It’s rooting for you by creating your environment, by clearing out your path for you.
God’s rooting for you, by waiting on you to catch up.
The entire universe is here, for you.

Not so lonely after all, is it? (: