selling life to the Devil
"Have Faith."
It's just where do we draw the line? Everyone has faith. But when it comes to stuff like examinations and getting that job promotion that you want so badly, having faith is just not enough. If effort was not put in then no matter how hard you prayed, you're probably just pestering God coz unless Hell freezes over you're never gonna get it. Even if you prayed every single waking second. Yeah.
It comes hand in hand. Working hard and having faith. Those who don't have faith probably didn't put their best foot forward and instead, danced around. Partying over graves, only peeking at the deadlines, making plans that will only get drenched by the wine and booze that they hold in their hands.
The sinking feeling that you get as you hold the piece of paper in your hand. The sixth sense that you had coming true. The regret that makes you want to hurl, thrash about and lie in your own bile. The pain that makes you tear at your own flesh with your nails. The "solutions" that flash in front of your eyes. The fear of breaking hearts, pitying looks and shattered dreams that makes you want to sell your soul to the Devil if you could.
But the faith and believe that is planted in the dark recesses of your bleeding heart tell you that life MUST go on.
Your soul is not in your hands. Nor does it belong to you. It is His.
He knows what's best for you. He has plans for you. Believe.
Even if you don't.
It's just where do we draw the line? Everyone has faith. But when it comes to stuff like examinations and getting that job promotion that you want so badly, having faith is just not enough. If effort was not put in then no matter how hard you prayed, you're probably just pestering God coz unless Hell freezes over you're never gonna get it. Even if you prayed every single waking second. Yeah.
It comes hand in hand. Working hard and having faith. Those who don't have faith probably didn't put their best foot forward and instead, danced around. Partying over graves, only peeking at the deadlines, making plans that will only get drenched by the wine and booze that they hold in their hands.
The sinking feeling that you get as you hold the piece of paper in your hand. The sixth sense that you had coming true. The regret that makes you want to hurl, thrash about and lie in your own bile. The pain that makes you tear at your own flesh with your nails. The "solutions" that flash in front of your eyes. The fear of breaking hearts, pitying looks and shattered dreams that makes you want to sell your soul to the Devil if you could.
But the faith and believe that is planted in the dark recesses of your bleeding heart tell you that life MUST go on.
Your soul is not in your hands. Nor does it belong to you. It is His.
He knows what's best for you. He has plans for you. Believe.
Even if you don't.
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