I found myself grappling with that question a couple of midmornings back, and I still haven't gotten a straight answer yet. Funny how one can delude one's self eh?
You see, hear, and read about it everywhere. First world citizens who have all the opportunities in the world living lonely lives; third world citizens living in squalor living lives where hope is hope itself. As one learns and goes out into the world the inevitable questions surface. Are we to live our moments in this earth purely in the way we were raised, or are we to define it as our own?
Life knocks you down, makes you cry, gives you opportunities to laugh, intervals when you feel invulnerable, and puts you in the dark, in those occasions of gnawing doubt. One should begin to wonder, with all the beauty of a rising sun, the nostalgia that arrives with the death of the sun and the birth of the moon, with how the sharp tinge of ozone brought about by falling rain on hot pavement can bring emotion to us, is this all there is? Is there somewhere we go to? Is it our vanity as an intelligent being that makes us refuse to believe that we just close our eyes, lie down and become worm fodder?
But... do we take it as is? The way our elders have handed it down to us? In spite of the hate all that supposed love has created? Or do we at least try to evolve as we grow in civilization? With all that, how can one believe as strongly that Someone is actually watching and guiding us?
I am still hedging my bets that there is a Supreme being. Just not sure yet whether I'm the former or the latter. Which one are you?
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