Do I still exist if things aren’t perfect?
Do I still exist if things don’t go the way I expected it to?
Do I still exist if I don’t get what I want?
Do I still exist if people don’t agree with me?
Do I still exist if people don’t like me?
Do I still exist if I have no job?
Do I still exist if I have no money?
Do I still exist if I am homeless?
Do I still exist when I don’t think?
That which is left is a child of God. Without false identities.
