Divine Perspectives

The entity to whom I direct my prayers lacks traditional definitions. It has always puzzled me that the Creator of the Universe is often depicted as male, without the inclusion of a female counterpart. My understanding of biology was not stellar, having struggled through ninth-grade and even needing to retake it later. Ironically, my most memorable experience was a trip to an amusement park, which seems absurd in the context of studying living organisms.

I often think about the absence of a balance between the masculine and feminine in spiritual representations. If our image of the divine lacks the Feminine aspect, it might lead to significant psychological and social ramifications, especially for women. Thus, I have slightly modified my personal intentions.

A Prayer of Gratitude

My King and Queen, I cherish you. Thank you for the gift of life, for my brave spirit, and my resilient soul. I stand with you and trust in your guidance. May I grow in justice and wisdom like you. Grant me strength, love, and especially courage, for it is the foundation of all greatness. Allow me to serve and contribute positively to as many lives as I can today. Amen.

While it’s conceivable for a male representation of the divine to exist, the interdependence of the two poles—masculine and feminine—remains essential. I refer to the divine as My King and Queen, feeling as though I’m a knight in an ancient realm. My service stems not from obligation but from a desire to emulate their wisdom, justice, and nobility.

Setting Intentions

This prayer acts as my guiding star. I don't believe that success as a writer hinges on mystical prayers, but rather on aligning my inner divinity towards a clear goal. How can I aim for something worthwhile without a target to guide my efforts?

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Navigating the Writing Landscape

People often resist being preached to, a tendency that's prevalent among parents who argue on social media. While some fear societal collapse, I believe it will manifest as a humorous spectacle—aged individuals squabbling rather than a genuine conflict. The majority of us can focus on rebuilding through love and mutual respect.

To be candid, I don’t engage much with the writing shared here. Many individuals seem desperate for attention, holding signs begging for readers. If you have to plead, your work may not be where it needs to be. I recognize my own journey to improvement. I believe that becoming skilled involves immersing oneself in quality writing. It’s akin to studying a romance; you seek the captivating moments and dive deeper into them.

Currently, there’s one writer on Medium whose depth and originality captivate me. I anticipate their work with the same excitement I felt as a child awaiting a new baseball card release.

Finding My Voice

I’m here to express my truth and trust that my narrative will resonate. If you were to peruse my archives—which I wouldn’t recommend—you’d see a writer in flux, experimenting and evolving. My honesty has been a double-edged sword, revealing both vulnerability and carelessness. Acknowledging that speaking to an audience is a privilege, I strive to learn from my mistakes rather than dwell on them.

The Observer's Role

My experiences have shaped my perspective. Transitioning careers led many loved ones to doubt my choices, predicting failure. They were partially right; the journey is ongoing. With much to share, I avoid shortcuts in my path to popularity.

The Pursuit of Value

Returning to my prayer, the essence lies in being of service. Each day, I seek guidance to ensure I can provide value to others. My focus is not on financial gain but on becoming the most valuable version of myself through authentic expression. The joy I feel when sharing my truth cannot be measured by monetary means.

I find myself happier than ever because I’m finally embracing honesty, diligence, and responsibility. Perfection remains my elusive goal, always moving but worth pursuing. I may still be the optimistic child who once jumped from a balcony with a trash bag, but I won’t stop striving for that flight.

I am no longer a coach or a teacher; I am a writer. I will continue until my words touch the world. Perhaps, in time, I will earn the wings to soar.

Conclusion

This article reflects my commitment to writing with purpose and integrity. Join me in this journey of self-discovery and creativity, where every word is a step towards growth.