While walking on a random street in New York, I passed by a stack of 2nd hand books and decided to purchase this one. It was more than worth it; i got it for just $3 and in an almost-good-as-new condition. It spoke to me more than I expected it to… 

The true to life stories are just so endearing. I wanted to quote a lot of things right now, but I have to find them in the pages again.

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All of us that can read this post are the same. We are born to die, we are nothing but mortals here in the world that God created for us. We may have different faiths but all of it cater to a belief that something out there is greater than ourselves. And in that moment that we acknowledge it, we humble ourselves that we are indeed just humans and we can take nothing out of this world. 

Sometimes, it makes me sad that some of us are Atheist, Agnostic, or are in their respective faiths but nevertheless are just labeled but not committed. Is it pride that hinders us from believing or having faith? Feeling that we, on our own are good and need nothing more. Or maybe, we do have faith but we don’t act on it. Can we really make it on our own? and alone?

“It is far more comforting to think God listened and said no, than to think that nobody’s out there” (p.82)

Heaven or hell’s existence is just laid out on our different faith books but we can’t really tell if it’s true or not. But in that very doubt is where faith comes in. Believing in something you don’t see but believing anyway.

“… -at some point life is over. And then what happens? When life comes to an end?

When you come to an end, that’s where God begins.” (p.79)

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The wind is felt, not seen. It is the same with God.