So, they tell me this 815 thing, some angel number, it’s supposed to mean somethin’. Alright, let’s see if this old bird can make sense of it. Sounds like a bunch of hooey to me, but folks keep talkin’ about it.
Abundance, they say. Like a good harvest? Well, I’ve seen my share of good harvests, and I’ve seen them rot in the fields when the rains don’t come. Abundance ain’t no guarantee, I tell ya. You gotta work for it. But if these angels are sayin’ somethin’ good’s comin’, well, I ain’t gonna spit in their eye.
- Success? Success is gettin’ through the day without somethin’ breakin’ down or someone gettin’ sick. That’s success to me. Maybe these angels mean somethin’ bigger, like winnin’ the lottery. I wouldn’t mind that, but don’t hold your breath.
Then there’s this spiritual growth thing. What’s that even mean? Growin’ closer to God, maybe? I pray every night, ain’t that enough? Maybe these angels want me to do more. Go to church more? Give more to charity? I dunno. They ain’t exactly clear, are they?
Folks say this 815 number is about changes, too. Big changes. Like movin’ to the city? I ain’t movin’ nowhere. My roots are here, same as my mama’s and her mama before her. Changes ain’t always good, you know. Sometimes they just mess things up. But if these angels say it’s for the best, maybe I gotta trust ’em. Even if it makes me nervous as a long-tailed cat in a room full of rockin’ chairs.
They say trust your gut. Well, my gut tells me when I’m hungry and when I gotta use the outhouse. That’s about it. But maybe they mean somethin’ else. Maybe they mean listen to that little voice inside, the one that tells you right from wrong. Yeah, I got that voice. Sometimes I listen, sometimes I don’t. Maybe I should listen more.
They talk about bein’ kind to folks, too. Well, I try to be. I bake pies for my neighbors, help out when someone’s sick. But some folks, they ain’t worth the sugar in your tea, you know? Still, these angels say be kind. Maybe they know somethin’ I don’t. Maybe bein’ kind makes the world a better place, even if you gotta bite your tongue sometimes.
And this “positive changes” stuff. Like what? My arthritis disappearin’? My garden growin’ twice as big? I’ll believe it when I see it. But maybe it’s not about the big stuff. Maybe it’s about little things, like a sunny day after a week of rain, or a letter from an old friend. Maybe those are the positive changes these angels are talkin’ about. Maybe I just gotta pay more attention.
Coexist, they say. Get along with people. Well, I try. But some folks are just plain ornery. Still, you gotta live with ’em, so you might as well make the best of it. Maybe that’s what these angels mean. Don’t stir up trouble. Keep your head down and your mouth shut. Sometimes, that’s the best way to get along.
Overall, this 815 angel number thing sounds like a whole lot of wishin’ and hopin’. But maybe there’s somethin’ to it. Maybe these angels are tryin’ to tell us somethin’. Maybe they’re tryin’ to tell us to be better people, to trust in somethin’ bigger than ourselves. Or maybe they’re just tryin’ to give us a little bit of hope. And sometimes, that’s all you need.
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