You pray so badly for heaven, work hard to keep perfect for this God. You cry and cry and scream and scream for this place you can't be too sure to know it's real.

But maybe the life you have is enough. Maybe you don't have to be perfect because why would being perfect is near impossible. Maybe you don't have to use up all your voice to cry to this figure but to others. Use that voice to cry to others that there's more to life than just living it, there's everything about life that's worth it all because at least you know it's there.

Maybe to be happy it takes much more than to look up to a God and say he loves you. Maybe to be happy you have give and take rather than just give and give and give.

After all, isn't something free and long lasting better than something you have to pay to learn and forget about?