The Little Boy and His Call For A Ping Pong Game

Frankly? I am speechless.

I used to think that God is a little boy

that this world is His playground

and every time, He with his tricky smile would always calling me out for a ping-pong game (which I hate)

But now I know something else

that even if He is a little boy, He is the kind that is super patient and orderly

and He knows how to make you the happiest -though you don't

He knows you hate ping-pong

But He knows that it's the only way to make you the happiest

Focusing on that small orange ball that seem to bounce around at the speed of light

makes you stop lamenting and forget your sorrow

It gives every second of your life a sense of purpose

but it also force you to let go

It's never easy to explain this but I am sure that the universe has its own way

that the sayings of

"God's timing"

and "beautiful in its own time, in its own way"

actually makes sense

(and if it doesn't, then I must tell you that it's true!)

Thank You God for Your timing