The Unseen Anonymity Of Religion
Still puzzled with why we keep allowing a mystical anger we think we deserve, restrict us from being genuinely happy with ourselves
You wake up filled with many thoughts. Some of them you feel you don’t own, but will you tell me if I ask you? I really doubt!
Most of us want to be seen, but not too seen.
So we dress how we like, we say what we want to say, never do we say how we feel.
Unverified Thoughts
We keep thinking and pondering about almost everything we think concerns us.
Everyday we want to form a new opinion, so we go out, meet people, consult the ‘Oracle of Social Media' and seek answers from various sacred influencers.
We know how we feel, but for some reason we think we’re not qualified to truly know how we feel.
It’s like for every feeling of ours to be felt, the opinion of someone else must be baptized on our thoughts.
So when those thoughts we have are lacking in verification from every one else, we begin to question our stance, we nail our mindset to the cross and wait for fingers to be pointed at it.
The Comfortable Delusion
Almost every single one of us, have been born with some form of original belief.
The more we grow, the more right we think our faith is. The more like minded people we come across, the more safe we feel.
One thing about safety is that, you may not feel it, but as long as nobody around you is scared, you might be convinced that you have it.
Religion and Safety
Every Sunday we are reminded of just how fortunate we are to be part of a spiritual association.
The whole congregation sings together, prays together, holds hands together and wishes each other well.
The illusion of safety is at its peak in religion.
The fact that our feelings of safety only gets experienced amongst the congregation but never in our neighbourhood is really puzzling.
How do we leave our places of worship and almost immediately, the feeling of divinity we once felt becomes lost till the next Sunday arrives.
We get straight back to the actual fact that we are not that special and exactly the same plights that affect every other person, might still befall us.
What happened to all the wholesome feelings that engulfed our hearts, all the self love we left the parish with.
An hour ago we just felt how much our ‘Creator’ loves us, and how specially made we all are.
But just a few minutes after, we are back home staring really deep into the mirror, and looking into our cameras, wondering if some features we see on our bodies can be reversed.
The Odds and Being Special
What makes us feel we are special?
Why do we think, because the chances favoured us, for some reason, it must be because we are chosen.
How do we explain doing nothing to better our environment, but for some reason feel that when catastrophe strikes, we would be exempted from it.
Truth is, the odds sometimes stack up as a result of the responsibility shown by an anonymous human like you somewhere else.
We might never be fortunate enough to give these responsible people credit for our lives, but feeling exalted and special is sure not a very good way to show appreciation.
Instead of constantly highlighting our ‘chosen status’, why can’t we also be among the factors that would also contribute to another person’s luck somewhere far away.
Why do we keep taking from others, and do nothing to keep the cycle of life going.
The Anonymity of Religion
If our religion was really seen, then we wouldn’t always need to keep announcing it every single time.
For once, it would stand upright and speak for itself, we mustn’t always be its mouthpiece.
If our religion was as beautiful as we praise it to be, then our communities would also be praised.
We can’t keep exalting our religion, but hide our faces when a community meeting is called.
Maybe we are just addicted to the ‘safety pills’ we swallow every Sunday, that we seem to see everything else as a consequence not concerned with our actions.
Judging Ourselves
Why are we judging ourselves way too much?
Where is that guilty conscience coming from? Why are we more concerned with the universe being angry with us, than actually being happy.
If truly someone in the skies was really furious with us, I think we should have felt the literal heat a little by now.
Still puzzled with why we keep allowing a mystical anger we think we deserve, restrict us from being genuinely happy with ourselves.
Could that be why we judge others a lot, as the unofficial mouthpiece of our religion, we really have taken it upon ourselves to be the ‘moral scale' for every other person.
We only see what our religion doesn’t approve, never have we ever stopped for a second to try and understand the next person.
We don’t even give ourselves the permission to be self aware, we already see every feeling we have as outlawed according to our divine ambitions.
It’s like understanding ourselves is a privilege we don’t deserve until our divine masters approve. An approval we know fully well will never come true, but are already addicted to.
We are Religious and Anonymous
In the Universe today, what changes are the things we transform. Never has speaking into the soil ever produced a plant.
The painful realization of how powerless our religion might just be in theory, sometimes drives us into self delusion.
We can’t believe that everything we have been told since we were born have to be questioned.
Slowly and slowly we begin to realize that even our almighty parents and guardians are so confused, even more confused than we are.
It’s a really bitter truth, you now see how the universe really works, and for the first time you are so sure that the world really doesn’t revolve around your level of faith in it.
You look around, and see people who failed your ‘moral exams’ woefully, but transforming your very society, winning and still winning.
The anonymity you always possessed is finally revealed, when you finally see that the real world never operated according to those religious ideals you were raised with.
Devastation sweeps you of your feet and you run to the altar, you pray, you chant, you scream awake your religion to rise up on your behalf.
But behold, nothing happens, all the magical tales your parents told you doesn’t happen, your religion and its anonymity shoots you right in the face.
The Game Is Really Unfair
Now you want to be seen, and this time for real, so you finally unpack your common sense from the dusty bag you once kept it.
You leave the parish on one faithful Sunday after service and head out into the real world.
All of a sudden you notice how much of a voice you don’t have, action is all you see everywhere, it dawns on you that the proclamation from your tongue was just as powerful as your silence.
Those people you once outlawed are the same ones touching lives, they are the same ones showing compassion and giving people a chance at life.
You intern for them, you try to learn their courage and proactivity, you figure out that there are other forms of energy you were never told in your adolescence.
The game of life is what you begin to play, you learn the rules of kindness and tolerance, you become fully convinced that indeed getting up and taking action is way more effective than kneeling down and praying.
Deep down in your mind you feel it’s unfair, you feel you are being cheated on by the universe, you feel your religious morals should really make you deserving of an edge over others.
Once again you fail to still understand that the world truly doesn’t revolve around you and your indoctrinated beliefs.
It’s a long term game you have to play with everyone else, it’s an unfair game, but maybe you might stand a chance if you stop selfishly seeing only the afterlife, but decide to leave something for humanity, for the next generation.
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