When people say that God has great plans for me…

Sometimes, which is right now, I want to laugh and say “that that can’t be true”, “that’s ludicrous - if that was the case, what was the point of the last few years, of right now?”, but there’s also that little voice of knowledge saying “It has to be true - there has to be a reason I’m still alive…”

Right now, I don’t know which one to hold onto more… it’d be good and easy if God was holding my hand and we were able to converse like two old mates ;)  One can dream and aspire… I guess.