Prayer

People fight. Everywhere and all the time. For money, land, work, possessions, but most of all, to feed their egos. They are not bad people. No one would make with his own hands a world of bad people. Only they do not know what they are doing. And when they realize, it could be too late. Too late to repent, too late to gather their courage and correct their wrongs.

Man is just not meant to live with others. He just cannot share his life, his actions, his mind with anyone else. For any two people are so very different from each other. And so they clash and they fight, to convince the other of their fault. Man is not witless. Yet his ego overshadows everything, until he has no energy left to fight or to pick up the reins. And at the end of it all, he still craves for the comfort of another hand to hold his.

He desires peace. And still his stubbornness leaves him no space to see the way to it. Through understanding; through acceptance of imperfections, their own and those of others. A way to have a perfect kind of happiness, where he may not have the ideal and yet can wish for no better. For if he can ever reach God, how can it be except through this state of having the most perfect happiness or knowing the most beautiful peace? Won't he listen and bend his knees; in prayer, in conciliation, in glory?