I sit, lethargic, before my computer, staring at the screen with a mind that is active but a body that wishes not to be put into motion. In my right ear, I hear, "What's going on?" I shrug as I feel the tears build because I know he hears me. ME: Don't think I can do this. GOD: Do what? ME: This, this Ph.D. I mean, you and I both know I'm going to if for no other reason than I hate to disappoint, and I fear people looking at my differently. GOD: Even though I told you it's not about what others think--it's about the good path you've chosen to take and the missions that must be accomplished while on that path...? ME: Basically. (sighs) I just don't think I'm smart enough. I'm not really smart, you know? I think I play smart well, but I don't embody it all that much. Silence ensues, and I look around, sit still, hoping to hear him again. Finally, he sighs, and I feel his hand on my back. I sob. GOD: Didn't I tell...
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