Ticking bombs

I want to see how her story unfold. One day, life will make her pray, that’s when she dies. She will be one among us from then on. Right now, she is in a coma, unable to wake up, living a fictional world inside her head, living in the present, without the burden of the past. May she wake up when the time demands. We are waiting for her arrival; we will be arranging a grand reception for her. When will she pray, either she faces dangers or in peril, that’s the first, the second is she achieves everything she desires, and have nothing else to do, and she prays to God, because she is old, copying everyone who gets old. What do I want? I prefer the second, why? What good is the movie, if climax is horrible. Then it will be too late for her to correct her mistakes, the moment when she understands what she has done, how meaningless her life has been, the painful last days of her life, so miserable.

The problem with them her or whoever it is, even though they are suffering, they are not changing. Once they recover, they move back to their past behavior, stabbing people from behind. If they need change, they must pray, that means coming my way, asking for forgiveness, not just me, to everyone who they were unfair with. And they think they are reigning over me, when the reality is different. They are just ticking bombs waiting to explode, if they didn’t, their karmic patterns will follow them to their next life and stick them right into their ass without even them knowing.

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