How could I not?

Today,

I was praying.

I told God

why I was mad.

When it came time to listen,

I remembered

that the most important

part of prayer

is not falling asleep.

So I got up from kneeling

and stood in front of

the bathroom mirror

and watched myself cry.

My nostrils flared

and my lips quivered

of their own volition.

I watched each tear

travel a different path

down my face,

like clips

on a Plinko board.

And I had

a conversation

with God.

Me: Why do I exist?

God: You exist

so you can experience

all the beautiful parts of life.

You exist

so you can help people

and bring them joy.

You exist

so you can create good things.

You exist

because I made you.

I made you,

and I want you to be like I am.

Me: Well, why did you make me?

Of all the infinite children

you made,

why me?

God: How could I not?

How could we not?