Prayer, it was something I found no meaning to. How can you pray to someone who is the reason why you are so fucked up.
It feels like I am mocking my own existence and accept that I was made wrongly. If I am fucked up then I got only myself to blame and I won't give credit to someone who isn't breathing the same air as me.
In conclusion I will not pray, but say...
"I believe in the Buddha's teachings, so if it is okay I will just recite one of his teachings."
Mathew smiled at me and asked.
"But you have hair on your head."
I reply with a serious expression on my face.
"Being a Monk doesn't mean you have to go bald even the Buddha himself had hair."
"You–"
Luke was the one to come to my rescue with his deep voice.
"Dean is right and it looks like you are the only one trying to stop him from talking."
