Dear God

"Can I please be smart?"
"Why do you ask?"
"...because I want to be good at something."
"You think if you are smart, you will be good at something?"
"Maybe."
"Do you want all of whatever that is to come now?"
"Kinda."
"I made you smart enough. Why don't you enjoy it now?"
"I'm sorry. I'm impatient and I think I have difficulties."
"Tell me about the difficulties. I'm aware of them. Explore what interests you now. I direct men's steps. You were born into waiting for me. Do you see it? I am writing you. You aren't complete. Enjoy knowing that you won't be until I'm done, and I know exactly what you're good at. You're rather exceptional at it. Many many people, people I know all about, don't know to wait. These people go and go, hoping for the next thing. Others don't even know what's missing. Everything is there for the taking. Their lives begin and end so fast. Wait. Enjoy me."