Everything I know and think during the day denies your existence. I do not worship you because I know that if you were real, you would not want me to. Certainly I am allowed to talk to you though, as an equal, of course, even though you already know what I have to say:
I do not know what I have done to deserve the blessings I’ve been given. And even though I spend most of my time thinking of the one I don’t have rather than the thousand I do, believe me when I say in a rare moment of clarity and perspective that I am deeply grateful.
I want to know what I can do to merit what I have already been given. Sure, part of it is just an irrational fear that I in fact do not deserve these things and the faucet of blessings will be shortly stoppered. Forgive me, I am weak – but let’s assume that at least part of my intentions are noble.
Maybe this is a start: I will try to be more charitable towards the weaknesses of others. And I will do this from the perspective of humility: that I have had more advantages than average yet still fall victim to weaknesses. I have to forgive others before I can forgive myself.