It's just so pathetic. People and their emotions. I just don't understand. People looking forward to get prayed for just so that they can cry and truly feel that they matter to God. Then they start fantasizing about their lives and God. Thinking that life will be a bed of roses now that they know that God listens. So what if the pastor prays really long for you? Doesn't mean anything. Just means that he probably found it difficult to find the words to pray for you.

It's not the duration prayer. Not the prophetic words. Not the laughter. Not the tears. Not the singing. Not the number of memory verses you remember. Not the number of people that you invite to church. Not the number of courses you attend. Not the number of 'Godly'people you know, that matters. It's the faith.

Perhaps, I've been to harsh. What an irony. Fact is, though I sound like I'm criticizing others, the truth is, I'm actually criticizing myself. Jerking myseld back to the reality of things. Times are hard. Too many things to do. Sometimes, the motivation to excel comes, but rarely these days. The days are passing by monotonously. I need change. I really really feel like packing up and going to exile myself in some far away place like Mount Everest, and never return. Yea right. Time to WAKE UP you egocentric adolescent!