The forgotten

We go through everyday lives with a lot of mundane task. We woke up, brush our teeth, shit off few ounces of waste, dressed ourselves and prepare to face the world, work, eat, reach home, eat, TV, radio, newspaper, cleanse of the dirt from our body and then sleep. We know there is someone above us that watch over us. Our lives is just a pre arrange script of life. Did anyone of us see the movie starred by Jim Carey called Truman?

What if one day, you realise that your life is actually a show, there is a script that was written way before you were born. Inside the scripts there were chapters after chapters of stories that were actually written by someone. That someone has actually picked the type of life that you are living in now. Even the first cut that left a 2 inch scars in your thigh cause by a dog that ran amok. Your very first breath, your first wet dreams, your first kiss, your first tears, your first girlfriend, your first passionate sexual encounter, all nicely thought of by that someone.

Have we ever talked to that someone? Have we ever met that someone? All of us know that someone but have we ever really make an effort to communicate and talk with that someone. That someone has think of almost every thing, he create a nice place called earth for us to live in, pure water for us to drink, fresh air for us to breath and etc. Along the way we the creation has forgotten our creator. We have caused that thing that we called earth in a bad condition.

That someone even know that we are of various cultures, spoke various languages, behave differently, hence he has created various spokesman that some of us called, Buddha, Jesus, Allah and etc. We have forgotten our creator that is until we are at rock bottom when we face challenges in life in the shape of illness, death and loss. We then realise that it has been a while that you have actually talked to that someone. That someone called GOD.