22/06/2025
The Life l didn't Pray for
I never asked for this life.I never prayed for the struggles, the pain, or the uncertainty.But here l am, living a reality that feels like a constant battle.
I grew up in poverty,in a world where opportunities seemed scarce, and hope was a luxury few could afford.My family struggled to make ends meet ,l often went to bed with an empty stomach.The smell of hunger was a constant companion,and the sound of my parents' worried whispers at night still echoes in my mind.
As l entered adulthood, things only got tougher.l couldn't find a job, no matter how hard l looked.The rejections piled up and the doubts crept in."You're not good enough,"they'd say . "You're not worthy ".The words stung, and l began to believe them.
Homelessness became a harsh reality.l lived on the streets, scavenging for food and shelter.People passed by, avoiding eye contact, as if my struggles were contagious.The city seemed to be designed for those with means, not for those like me,who were just trying to survive.
Discrimination stung the most.Because l was poor ,l was treated like l was less of a person, Shopkeepers would shoo me away , police would harass me,and potentially employers would dismiss me without a glance .It was as if my poverty defined my worth.There were moments when l felt like giving up , when the weight of my circumstances seemed too much to bear.But something inside me refused to quit.l kept pushing forward, even the path ahead was unclear .
I began to realise that this life ,the one l didn't pray for,was shaping me into a person l never thought I'd be.l'm stronger , more resilient and more compassionate than l ever imagined.l've learned to find beauty in brokenness,to appreciate the small victories, and to hold on to hope when it feels like it's slipping away.
This life may not be what I envisioned,but it's mine.And in the midst of it's chaos,l've discovered a sense of purpose and identity that l never knew existed.l'm still figuring it out, still stumbling , but l'm learning to embrace the journey , even when it's not what I prayed for.
The life l didn't pray for has taught me that sometimes , it's in the darkest moments that we find the strength to carry on.l'ts in the uncertainty that we discover our greatest opportunities for growth.And it's in the brokenness that we find the beauty of resilience.
I may not have asked for this life, but I'm learning to live it,to love it, and to find the meaning in its messiness.And maybe, just maybe this life l didn't pray for is the exact life l needed all along.
In the end , it's not about the struggles, it's about the strength we find within ourselves to keep going.l'ts about the resilience that defines us ,the hope that sustains us and the love lifts us, even in the darkest times.