{Where do forgotten prayers go to be answered?} I have prayed often for the same thing. The prayers are not forgotten. I just didn’t get the answer that I wanted. I believe God says yes, no, or wait. Sometimes he may seemingly change his mind, but even in that if there’s such a thing as permissive will, that’s when that happens. Otherwise, I don’t believe they are ever forgotten. We just didn’t receive a desirable solution to an issue. Because like any parental figure, they don’t give you every desire of your heart. You are either trained in preparation for certain things before you get them, or the parent feels that you are unable to handle what you are asking— which would put you in danger. Only God is all knowing. It’s his way of leading us, if we seek him first, in all that we pursue. “His ways are not our ways his thoughts are not our thoughts.” “Acknowledge him in all that ways, and he will direct your path.”

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{I don’t know when my memory betrayed me\ we want healing on demand} Just when you think you’re better off without certain people— When you think about the many times, you forgot about yourself— taking care of the needs of others. The times when you felt, what you were doing was an investment— When you thought you would reap the rewards— When you think about prioritizing you— You second-guess your decision in cutting them out of your life. I don’t know when memory started betraying me. But it has me going back-and-forth like a tennis match. Wondering was I delusional? Was there really love in that? Or is it because I was used to these folks? Is it because I don’t wanna start again? Is it because I’m afraid of being alone in my thoughts? Am I afraid of seeing where I was at fault for allowing people to take me for granted? And now I sit here wrestling with falling prey to repeating that behavior or forgiving them? But I can forgive—but at a distance. Especially when I know that I’m not strong enough to set boundaries and keep them. And that’s the thing. We may want healing on demand— But true healing takes time. It takes patience. It takes sitting with ourselves to really examine who we are and what we want in life— and how to succeed in that. It takes what will give us peace instead of chaos.

{What happens to deferred dreams} Here of late, I am often deep in thought. Berating myself for the time that Ive lost. Dreams deferred... how much it has cost, me. Now in misery... to such a degree... on how to stay focused... on what I could be. That my youth has been depleted... when in the present, it’s much needed. Errors I made in past, I have conceded. Wishing I knew then what I know now. But my past can’t be redone or deleted. No white out or erasers are permitted. So returning to my youth is not considered....an option. So..new ways of doing things, I have begun... A new formula, a new equation to give me a different sum. Exponential growth with much research to bring a different outcome. Avoiding negative results due to where I came From. Thinking how overwhelmed I am I should start with a list… of interests, of training, of past experience. Of gifts, creativity. Considering the possibilities, while the rest I’ll dismiss, in order to save time. Exploring new territory, busting out rhymes, on my own dime. Seems to be a new pastime, of mine. But this is only one avenue that has come to mind. Still pondering. Perhaps a new skill… perhaps a new trade. Maybe go back to school, no more plans delayed. While I’m still breathing, I can’t stop conceiving, on what I could be achieving. Must give my people hope...something to believe in. Since the world persist in deceiving, and convincing, that we are too old to invest in. I Often wonder... am I wasting my breath. Should I not bother? They say they can’t discriminate, but there’s no mistake, when my resume clearly shows the date, of past positions... they don’t hesitate, to eliminate..me. There used to be a time when elders were revered and respected. Nowadays we are working longer than expected... that the workplace has us rejected, before we can even begin to show our experiences perfected. With age comes wisdom. Youth is definitely wasted on the young... Or should I say on some? Because they can’t really be blamed for how they were raised.

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