My Ordinary Life

I got up, dazed and confused. I looked around. I saw an angel to the left, and a cloud on the ground. I was sitting on a golden throne. "Who am I?" I asked the angel. The angel panicked. "What--what do you mean, my Lord?" "I don't know who I am." The angel gulped. "You are God."

"Since when?" I asked confused. Last thing I remembered was going to sleep, then suddenly I found myself in what looked like a castle in the sky with an angel telling me I'm God. "For as long as I can remember, at the very least!" the angel replied, now visibly more preoccupied.

“I don’t believe it. How do I know you aren’t lying?” I asked. The angel looked irritated as it looked at itself and back at me. “I thought you’d be smarter than this.“ the angel said. I sighed. “Ok, ok, I get it. But why now? And why don’t I have cool god powers?” I asked.

We work in mysterious ways, almost as mysterious to us as they are to mortals. We can’t change any lives directly. Everything is done by pulling strings from afar. Imagine controlling a marionette from a mile away and the strings are connected to all the other marionettes.

As we orchestrate from the shadows, the marionettes dance to our silent symphony, unaware of the unseen puppeteers. In the end, the illusion of their free will is the grandest act of all, while we remain just whispers in the grand design of fate.