Kalpas

I hear a lot of prayers. I could answer any one I wanted. Good exam results, meeting the love of your life, save a life. But I don’t. If you pray to me, you need to have something to offer in return. Everything that a person could offer, I’ve heard it offered to me. The thing is, there’s nothing I want.

I don’t believe any of us gods remember the time we came into existence. We just always were. Before there were days. Before there was time. If ever there was someone who could help me remember my birth, maybe they would get their wish. Maybe. I would like to know my purpose too.

I believe I was created. I just don’t know who by or what for. It’d be easy to say it was so I could grant wishes, but almost any god can do that. Some do it for good, some for evil. Others, like me, are a bit more sensible with our abilities and just do nothing.

But I’m tired. I’ve been tired for kalpas. I only realised what this feeling was, observing humanity. So I think maybe it’s time that I let go of myself. I don’t need to know my “purpose”. I only need to hope that my child won’t feel as lost. The god form me, I leave myself to them.