To begin with, this is not a letter of confessions or a letter asking for forgiveness. This is just my thought I want to send to you. It’s not that I don’t believe you exist. I just don’t believe you exist here. In this desolate place filled with nothing but anguish, hate and sorrow. How can I believe in an imaginary friend whom I’ve never seen before?
You may call me hopeless or faithless, but my faith lies in mankind. My only faith is my hope that one day, we can stand together without prejudice, favor, bias or hate. A place with no more sorrow, anguish and pain.
If you exist, I thank you for this strong yet frail body you have given me. For this wonderful yet lost mind I have. And more importantly for all these useless friends I’ll never regret meeting.
This would be my first and last letter to you. After this, my faith will only be for me as I can no longer trust those around me. I can’t expect miracles to happen or expect others to act. If I want to realize my dream, I have to abandon all hope and embrace the darkness. Build everything I dreamt of with my bare hands and mine alone.
P.s. if you do exist, thank you for blessing me with that acquaintance. If it never happened, I wouldn’t have had the insight to make the choice.