I titled it "Childhood Obsession" but I'm not quite sure if that's the right way to approach it but I am obsessed so let's go with it.
When I was super young, I didn't know much about religion or the reason for prayer... every night when I was little, I would pray for a pretty new dress... every time, all the time. All I ever wanted was a pretty new dress... such an odd request considering I was ALWAYS getting new pretty dresses, my grandmother loved seeing my sister and I in matching custom dresses so we were loaded with outrageous magazine style dresses. Now, as an adult, I still love pretty new dresses and I have a whole rack of dresses that have been barely or never worn. I do wear my dresses, but I don't walk around in dresses every day, it's more like maybe once a month but once every few months on average. Maybe it's just a way of keeping my childhood alive in my adulthood and with every new pretty dress, I feel like a prayer has been answered, proving a God is real... Maybe? Another thing, I have updated my prayer system, I do not pray for things for myself or even others. Every time I pray, I pray for everything to happen as it's suppose to and for everyone to get what they deserve in life. That might bring struggles to myself but it might be triumphs, I pray and wait and so far, the world has worked out for me. Hold on to whatever you loved as a child, whatever you wish was, whatever brings you back to the time when you could believe in anything and the world was a beautiful place. The problem with growing up is that you begin to see the world as it really is and that makes the world a little bit ugly.
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