How does this happen?

I get up every day at a certain time. I sit with my friend on the bus on the way to school. I go through my day with people who love me. I come home to a dysfunctional but happy family who loves me. I have excellent grades. I am in good health. But why was I picked to be like this?

I won’t pretend like my life is prefect or that I’m the prettiest or even the first girl to be asked out but it’s a life better than most around me.

Many don’t believe in God and I don’t know if I’m one of them, but who can I thank for this life?

Checkmate

Epiphany in the Cacophony

I remember the time my father taught me chess. On a Sunday afternoon, I sat cross legged at the center table in the drawing room, silently watching him put the pieces in place. “This is the queen, and this is the king”, he said, holding up the pieces. My eyes widened. I reached for them, running my fingers gently along the piece, examining it closely as he set up the board.

He went on to explain the rules to me. “The aim is to protect the king at all costs” he said, showing me how the different pieces moved across the chessboard. It was the most beautiful game I’d seen. I stopped listening. All I saw was a story. A story of two kingdoms, equal in strength, competing for supremacy.

I saw a battle begin before my eyes. The pieces charged towards each other, falling by the dozen as…

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