Maybe it’s my lack of life experience. Lack of knowledge of events, or of people. Whatever be the reason, it has led to my belief, or disbelief in certain pertinent issues.
For one, I don’t believe in Religion. My father and many elders I know, believe this is one of those phases. I’m at an age where it is my solemn duty to question, and then, disregard all known established practices and beliefs. But, in actuality, that’s not the case. I’m old enough to know better than to be blindly caught up in the whirlwind of rebellion.
This what I believe. Spirituality, faith, luck, destiny- they’re all symbolic of one thing. Our collective sense of being powerless.Our helplessness to face what life throws our way. All of the aforementioned, only attempt at making somewhat coherent sense of the randomness of the shocks and curve-balls that find our way. Faith in a higher power, who makes everything okay, and gives the happy ending to every story, gives (some of) us the ability to hang on, beat life at its own game or at least play at par. Because as humans, we are just not attuned to expect the unexpected. Our worries add up to more worries, insecurities multiply into a dozen more, and when times are rough, such blind faith in someone who can make all our sadness disappear is an easy way out. Most important of all, it gives us hope. Now, hope is something I believe in. And I don’t need to believe in some religious book to have that strong belief that the outcome of all my actions, or even actions beyond my control, will be good.
But, pragmatist that I am, I’m going to toe the line and say I’m an agnostic. Coz if God really does exist, and he reads this blog post , then I really wouldn’t want to burn in hell!