Okay, I decided to start a thread where you can write a letter to God. Now, bear with me here, I know that not all of you believe in God/Higher being and we all have different beliefs of who he/her is. For those of you that don't believe, just entertain the idea in your minds for a couple of minutes and pretend, for the sake of this thread.

That being said, I want you to write a letter with anything you would liked to tell God/Higher being or ask any questions you've always wanted to ask. I'd like for you to pretend for a minute that you will actually get a response. So try and be as serious as you can.

This is not a thread to attempt to convert you, I'm just curious to see what people wonder about and what they'd like to know if they knew they were going to get answers.

Note: Please respect other peoples beliefs and their letters.

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Okay, I decided to start a thread where

Excuse me sir, R U up there? It's me, Matt. Oops, I guess you should know already, but I wondering why my chem prof is such a bitch? I've been trying really hard, but I haven't been able to get a single A from here. I know you are busy with Afghanistan and Iraq and ..., but I would totally appreciate any replies

Dear God

I know you're there, somewhere...
Why have you let horrors be commited in your name? You control everything and nothing happens without your say so, so how come a lot of bad things happen to good people? Why did my mother die from cancer, when she worshipped and praised you day and night? How come you sent down messengers with messages but did not protect them, your messengers or your message, from evil doers and the corrupt? Why did you let your message be interpreted in twisted ways, why did you not make your messages crystal clear? Why did you make religion competative, when all religions goal is supposed to praise you?
Why have you let religion become something for people to hide behind while they do evil things, when religion is supposed to be behind people doing good things?
Why is everything so fucked up?

Dear Buddha,
Everything went well Friday. Brian is lightyears away from where he was mentally a year ago. He will be fine. I don't even have to help anymore. I have good prospects for this year. I know that everything will turn out as it should. Even if the apocalypse will occur soon as so many say it will I know that everything will turn out as it should.
Forever your disciple,
-Matt
Om Padme Hame Hum

Dear Goddess,

To know where I am today is to know where I have been many yesterdays. I know the road I'm on I shouldn't be looking back, but be looking faithfully ahead. I am here to give thanks for the place I have finally landed because I know the road here was a hard one.

I now understand why I needed the past I had so now I can have the future you intended for me. I just wish I could figure out where the last two puzzle pieces go. I see the finished product, but it's not quite done.

Can I ever love him the way I'm supposed too? It's not even the way I'm supposed to but the way I want too? He has been on my mind lately - I'm sure you've known all along - and maybe I'm just too hung up on how they will take it. How they will take it affects me. I know they love me and want what's best, but akeeping me little wont help.


my heart's regards,

iamastar

Dear Buddha,
Today is the official one year anniversary of Kayla's death. Brian has been able to hold himself together so far but I don't know how he will be about it today. He still loves her so much. I'm also curious to see how Kayla's family who will be there are doing. I will be there as a friend & a moral support. I will keep the happiness & peace for everyone. It is what I am good at & what you would advize. I know that I can't ask you to help me, but I can get my insight & strength from the teachings. Everything will be alright, everyone will be alright. I am here for them. Thank you for listening.
Forever your disciple,
-Matt
Om Padme Hame Hum

Dear God,

Well, I've never written a ltter to you before, and I don't believe we talk that often, if we ever had at all. I'm not Christain or part of any faith, but I always like to believe that something is out there, even if that something doesn't seem as helpful as people claim it to be.

Life has been a rollercoaster... The beginning of it was when I was at the top of the ride. I had amazing friends, great self confidence... it felt like I had it all. I was the type of person who believed that nothing bad could happen to me because I would see it coming; I would see the negatives of any situation and back out of anything that could hurt me. I was happy.

Boy, did that cart drop fast. Suddenly, peer pressure had taken ahold of me. My once skinny body, which I was proud of, now seemed like an embarrasement. I had thought myself once to be perfect, and now I look closely at every detail on my body to make sure it looks "normal." My mouth, which open slightly in the middle all the time, something I never cared about before, has now become something I skip in the mirror. Hehe, what a rollercoaster.

So, with that peer pressure came loss of confidence. That led to my social self slowly disappearing... And so my once numerous friends began to disappear.

Like any normal person, I tried to regain what I had lost. It was a mental battle; each day I would try to motivate myself in a different way by taking a different perspective on things. For the first hour of the day, it might have worked, but as the days went on, I lost confidence in the perspective and so returned to my normal, somewhat depressed self.

Suddenly, the "abinormal" things started happening to me. People said I walked weird, though I thought I was walking alright. People said I heaved out my chest at times, but I couldn't understand how that could be. It felt like some people avoided me for my looks, like perhaps I wasn't good enough to be around them.... And so, it felt like no one wanted to know me. Suddenly, I had to be the guy to get to know people because people didn't want to talk to me. Boy, did that make days stressful. Day by day I would try to start conversations with people, but I only felt ackward when doing so when they only gave me weird looks for my useless attempts. I felt like I had to entertain people to be friends with them, like make them laugh. Though I could make a good joke from time to time, I learned of how wrong I was... The people I was afraid to consider friends proved why I was afraid of doing so: They didn't seem to want to be around me.

What a shocker it was for me to realize that I no longer had the ability to make friends as easily as I once did. But this wasn't something easy to accept... No, I was in denial. "You're just not being yourself... Now go turn back on and become what you were 3 years ago!" I couldn't turn on that switch to become the old me.

Tommorow will be another day I will probably end up trying a new perspective.Sadly, the outcome seems quite predictable, being that this new perspective won't work. Man, how I miss the days when everything felt so much easier, the days where my confidence soared.

There have been times where I've just driven home and sat in my dead truck, reviewing that day by reviewing why a person might have looked at me in a funny way or why I simply couldn't make friends. It's a very emotional time for me in that truck.. Too many questions are asked without answers. "Am I just plain ugly to everyone?" "Is it just me or did that one guy seemed to avoid me?" "Did I say the wrong thing in that one group?" "Why does peer pressure have such a hold on me?" "What happened to my old self?" "Where is the God who once made life seem marvelous?" "Is this mental abuse leading to anything?" "What should I do?" "What should I do....?"

Yes, life lately has been a mess, although very boring. If anyone told me I didn't have a life, I would believe them, considering my once active self has diminished to being on the computer all day playing games, something that I think is very fun though not something you would call productive. Believe me, I have tried getting out of the house, being with could be friends. In the end, I'm never satisfied.

I suppose if I had a question for you, it would when does it all end? My guess is that it'll end sometime when I get out of my teen years, but I don't want to give in to being a teen. I want to act out of the box which seems to have captured so many others. I don't want to be a teen with depression issues; I want to be my self confident self who could make friends, help people, become more involved... What can I say? I'm an impatient person who wants to see good results.

I would ask you to help me God, but I'd rather not. I've done so before actually, but unfortunately you're not there. Nope, ironically, "God" has encouraged me to become a non-believer. Perhaps someone would say that God helped me learn to help myself more rather than rely on him, and I have questioned the idea. The thing is, I still haven't learned to effectively help myself, and so I say that any assistance from you would be welcomed.

If you are the God people say you are, then do something! I want to know things will get better; I want this life balloon to stop having so many self confidence issue weights on it. I want to be "normal", to be my idea of what perfect is. I want to stop questioning myself, to believe that everything I do is good.

I think what really got me was the harsh reality that I'm insignificant in this world, or so I feel like it. I'm no longer a big factor, but more like a background character in a movie. Boy, thinking things such as this sure sucks... I mean, man, ever since I've gotten older, I've questioned the unquestionable, attempted answering what had no real solution. My guess is that all of this is the process of becoming a real adult, a tough journey.

Anyway, that is all I have to say. I'm not really expecting a response, but instead hope that writing this will have taught me something I didn't know about myself.

Just a pebble from the beach that wishes to become the beach,

Steven

Dear Buddha-
How long will it be, how many lifetimes will I live, before I reach nirvana? How did it feel for you when you first achieved the elightenment? Will I ever control my anger & know true inner peace? What else must I do to help Brian get over Kayla's death? I know that I must find these answeres myself, but speaking with but for a minute would give me strength & great happiness. May the whole world reach the enlightenment & may all sentient beings know peace.
Forever your disciple,
-Matt
Om Padme Hame Hum

Dear God,

I've been doing the best I can to be a good, hard-working person, and it's slowly starting to pay-off, as You know. There's been some unfortunate circumstances over the years, but I'm sure everything happens for a reason. If we humans understood them then we'd conquer the universe, but we're still just a drop in an ocean.

Thanks, by the way. That thing, that gift You gave me, I'm finally able to understand it. It's a wonderful thing, and a wonderful responsibility. I now know why You put me on the road you made me go through, the road to understanding. By making some mistakes that were related to it, I understood it better. I can control it better. It sounds like a dumb, cliched thing, and the words I've used for it over the years were childish, but I understand now. I hope I can use it for making the world a better place.

I hope that people will forgive me, both for doing bad things to them - even though I never mean to, because I'm just clumsy (good intentions backfire). I've learned a lot over the years, both about people and what makes them what they are, and about myself. I'll never fit in, I know that. But by not fitting in, I can look at it from outside and understand what's going on. I didn't die when I was fifteen, because it was my choice not to; today, at eighteen, I can look back at my life, my mistakes and experiences, and learn from them. I know I won't live for long; you're only as old as you feel, and I've been eighty for years now. But I love it.

Everyone in the world suffers, some more than others; there's a reason, though, and I hope we'll understand it someday.

Thanks again.

Canvas.

Dear God,

make me strong. every single day, all i want is for my friends to know and love you like i do. touch them with your healing hands. make them see what i see. beyond the evil and selfishness of this world, i still see you. it's their turn to feel your eternal love.

sometimes, i begin to doubt you just because you're not physically with me. hold me close, dear lord, and reassure me once more.

always,
M

Dear God,

Why? I certainly don't know what you're expecting from me...I've lost the faith in myself some time ago.

I'll keep holding on as long as you keep me from losing my grip. I'm doing my best with what you're giving me...I just wish I trusted myself half as much as you do.

Keep dishing it out...I'll be here as always.

-Meagan

P.S. Thank you for bringing my cousin home.

Dear God,

Thank you for the massive change that has just gone through our (you know who "our" is) lives, thank you so much for giving us the chance to be together and truly love each other.

-E

PS any help you want to lend during the next three months of boot camp, for both of us would be greatly appreciated

God,

Can't you just leave us alone for a while? First C is moving all the way across the country. And now A's house burning down? Does that mean I am next? I sure hope not. I don't know if we can deal with another thing.

-rb

Dear God,
it's been a long time i didn't pray or ask for anything and i believe you know why.
why is this mess and why do we all suffer this hunger to peace and justice?
since we were kids we used to hear about your justice and love to mankind but what i see now is nothing even close to this.
now here we suffer volcanoes, tornadoes, famines and wars....
i dunno but it seems there's something wrong..
why you let all these kids die and all these men and women suffer?
lots questions but i still try to seize my faith and seek the answers but.... i stilll can't.
i'm afraid i loose my faith and care no more to become numb and get away from what i'm...
please God.. help me with some answers 'coz it's driving me crazy....
thank you!!!

God-

Are you messing with my mind?

Father. I wish I could ask why, but I don't have the strength anymore. I just want this to end... I see the dawn and I am reminded of a time where all I knew was you, and me. I smell the autumn and the deep blue lights and I can't stop crying for wish of you. I feel so old in this body. Was it too many lives? Or too many scars? This is the last one, the last time. This is the end. If I can't have you when I die, then I will dissapear. Hell is truly an existance without you, and I've been living it all of these years. Give me your Spirit so that I know you are still there. Tell me I'll always be your son so I can die in peace. I've often thought of what I would do if I could never have you again. I would drift, drift forever, through time and lives and misery. I think I'm doing that now. You have the power to end this cycle. You have the power to end Hell in my life. I want it to end. I need you. Give me the Light I see in every person's face so that I know I'm not alone anymore. Give me you, so I know I'm okay. I'm not okay, am I?

God,

Can I please have a break? Can things just be average for once? Really. I'm tired. Yes this change is better than last week but I'm so sick of not knowing how the next week will be. I know I joke about it alot but I really don't want to lose my sanity. I just want to feel sane for once. Please make things calm again. I really don't know how much longer I can stand this. I know my parents already can't. I know they're stressed and I know they're trying. I wish they would stop. Please let this medication work. Please let me stay in this constructive mood. Please keep me away from that evil. I don't want to go back to that again. I can't. I want to be proud of my progress and what I've accomplished. I want to make them proud. I want them to know their efforts and help were not in vain. I know I'm asking for alot. I really don't expect or deserve much from you. You're just my last hope.

Love (I don't know how much of it I can give),
DNF

Dear God. There's a bible by my foot. I can't help looking at it while I'm sitting here crying. There's a church down the road, and I want so badly to walk to it and beg for their help. There are people inside who don't know what to do except for the wrong thing. I'm transsexual. And so, I don't have the same rights as every other guy. They're trying to keep me, while they're making it so hard. My God, I want to go back. It calls to me. There was something there I've never felt in any other place. I can see your light in their eyes. I can see it...but they don't meet my gaze. My God what do I do! What can I do! And they'll all know. They'll judge me without knowing me. They'll look at me expecting me to change! They'll see my problem...not me. And they'll all know. They'll not be comfortable with me sitting there. Next to their children. The truth will be distorted by their rigid views of what is right and wrong. But I'll agree with them. What I am is wrong... But they're making it so hard for me! I said I would make any sacrifice for you, but is this sacrifice for you or for their closed views of "safe" and "unsafe?" Is this for the love of you, or for their vanity? I would give them the thing they want most. I would change! I would be a girl. I would dress how they wanted. I would change my name back. I would tell everyone I was wrong!! But I know...deep inside that it is all a lie. I'm tired of living lies. I'm tired of making exceptions for their shallow "law." I'm tired of this struggle. I'm tired... Can I go Home yet? Can I see you one last time so I can die in peace? I will listen to only you...but they dictate my life...

Dear God- I'm working on forgiveness. It's hard. I know it's not your fault things like this happen. Part of me wants to scream out why! but the rational part of me has set that aside. You didn't do it, I know. You would never cause any of us pain, no matter how much we've done to hurt you. I've forgiven myself for betraying you, for turning my back on you and destroying the creations you held so dear. I think my black heart finally has some gold shimmer to it again. I'm not blaming you anymore. I only hope that in the end I'll stand in your grace again, and finally come home, and only hope that my old companions won't hold it against me when I arrive. If they do, then I know I need only you. -a prodigal son

Dear God,

Why them? Why do they deserve your fiery wrath?Why do we deserve the fear of thinking we're next? Why won't you help? How many more people have to suffer? How many more people have to die? I just want to understand.

-an observer