Love, gratitude and happiness are the only prayers there ever were

God or Universe patronsingly gives us everything we ask for. It keeps smiling, patiently waiting for the day when we would say, "This is enough. And all I want now is a heart full of love for all those I have met or happen to meet in life, gratitude towards those who have been the source of a life so full of feelings, so crowded with varied experiences, for all the different days and nights I have spent here so lit up with the glow of love -my own and that others, for me and for others. And seek forgiveness from all those I have, with or without a motive, hurt with my actions, thoughts and feelings.

"And, finally, I seek the power and the opportunity to spread to the four corners of the universe the incense of the limitless love that is in my heart because no pain is greater than that of love confined and imprisoned in a heart. And no happiness is greater and more fulfilling than that born of showering love unconditionally and unhestitatingly on everything and everyone who comes across our path. Love free from the painful constrictions of attachment, love that is grateful for being accepted, love that sings songs of worship and gratitude because it knows no other language, love that wants simply to be allowed to live on without seeking any recompense.
Love keeps quietly reaching up to your door every dawn, asking you to look out of your window when morning walks upon the hills, love urges you to behold the new born sun , the secretly smiling flowers, the dew upon leaves who are yawning and stretching still half asleep, the trees that have waited patiently all night long for a fresh dawn to break the chill, trees that now tip-toe towards the bright sky with joyous hope to welcome another day --- none of them waits for a reason to be happy. Why do we? And all of them -- the flowers, the leaves, the dew and the trees -- rejoice even when they know they may have to face rough weather all day for many days. They are ready and don't complain and neither do they forget to spread fresh air and fragrance to fill the whole atmosphere. In giving fragrance, they give all of themselves.

"And watch the eternally innocent stray dogs, playfully chasing one another, so completely and sublimely unmindul of another unpitying day of hunger and humiliation that they may have to fight again. They neither pity themselves nor are they ungrateful to the happiness that this hour brings to them. Why are we? Nothing is more divine, deifying and uplifting than the sight of Nature playing little games with itself. This is life at work, enjoying itself."

God or Universe keeps waiting pateintly for us to sing these songs. And happiness is the language through which it understands our music. Be happy. And you will not need to thank God or Universe in any other way. Love, gratitude and happiness are the only prayers there are, or were.

Look forward to a great life. You have done nothing to deserve anything less.