Without borders in my words

Good morning, this is another open letter to life, well, to reflection, since each life is a story written with different tears of rain and moonlight. I just want to tell you that I have questioned my own faith, but I tell you that the will is always in our hands and spirit.

Even though I lost my job, my words stand. Yesterday my nephew lost his job; now there are two of us. I question where God's will is, but we are not really the masters of destiny, and we shouldn't play without knowing our mistakes, since our life is a candle lit with trials until it goes out. Just think of the new dawn with new scrolls, to write new stories of our destiny that run with time, and there is always hope.