Ever wondered if there was such a thing as fate? I mean, have we been predestined to endure whatever joys and hardship that we are currently enduring? Is this life some sort of great master piece concocted by a higher authority? These questions are the essence of our very existence but curiously I find that not many people seem intrigued by it. Honestly, I am a rather practical person. Don’t get me wrong, I am not an atheist. I have complete faith and believe in God. But my reasons for praying may differ from most. I believe in the teachings that religion holds us to. It may not be the existence of a higher being or the superstition that surrounds this divine power that keeps me enthralled by it, but rather, i find that all religion preaches and teaches basically the same thing in different manners.
But the main reason to why I find religion so captivating is because to many it is a mere faith but to me it is a savior. Befuddled? Let me enlighten you. Every soul has its painful moments and I am no different. In fact, I had bit off a little more than I could chew and predictably choked. Unable to confide in anyone, I suppresed my emotions and was asphyxiated with all that pent up frustration and angst. It was difficult as I was a person that took everything in a stride and no matter how depressed or traumatized by anything, I would never display my emotions as I always believed in handling my own issues. My problems resided within me and divulging them to others was never a plausible option.
I am not a loner. Neither am I deluded or alone. I have a perfectly beautiful and wonderfully supportive family and a number or true and devoted friends. I have no qualms turning to them but in this instance I found it almost impossible to. Inexplicable as it was, I found that no one could understand me at that point but myself and I resolved to stand this one down and face it. I have always been an independent person especially when it comes to handling my issues and problems and I was pretty firm with my decision that this would be no different. Yet, this harrowing experience was something completely alien to me. It was something that I had never encountered nor confronted in all my years.
Even though I had declined the help of familiar faces I was forced to accept the fact that I was in desperate aid of mental serenity and needed some way to tranquilize my storming soul. Miraculously, the answer that I had been so desperately seeking had been with me all this time. Faith. I needed to believe in something. I needed to have faith and restore my confidence by channeling my faith into something positive. Thats when I found the miracles of religion. It allowed me to believe again.
When everything crumbles around you and hope seems like a joke out of a book, the only way to pick yourself up would be by restoring all the lost faith in life. I have to admit that when I was so hopelessly embroiled and entangled in such mentally harassing and anxious affairs, I felt that there was absolutely no point in pursuing life. Destitute and deserted, nothing seemed important and I begin to live life like a walking corpse. Void of all emotion, I was a shell of my existence. I picked myself up as I recollected my thoughts and gathered my faith. With this newfound strength I started believing in life, it gave me strength to see why life persists.
I eventually gave myself to believing life. I sustained from falling off the brink it the eternal pit of despair. Picking myself up wasn’t at all in the least easy but I am eternally grateful for what faith has helped restore within me. Virtues, strength and most essentially life….
But the main reason to why I find religion so captivating is because to many it is a mere faith but to me it is a savior. Befuddled? Let me enlighten you. Every soul has its painful moments and I am no different. In fact, I had bit off a little more than I could chew and predictably choked. Unable to confide in anyone, I suppresed my emotions and was asphyxiated with all that pent up frustration and angst. It was difficult as I was a person that took everything in a stride and no matter how depressed or traumatized by anything, I would never display my emotions as I always believed in handling my own issues. My problems resided within me and divulging them to others was never a plausible option.
I am not a loner. Neither am I deluded or alone. I have a perfectly beautiful and wonderfully supportive family and a number or true and devoted friends. I have no qualms turning to them but in this instance I found it almost impossible to. Inexplicable as it was, I found that no one could understand me at that point but myself and I resolved to stand this one down and face it. I have always been an independent person especially when it comes to handling my issues and problems and I was pretty firm with my decision that this would be no different. Yet, this harrowing experience was something completely alien to me. It was something that I had never encountered nor confronted in all my years.
Even though I had declined the help of familiar faces I was forced to accept the fact that I was in desperate aid of mental serenity and needed some way to tranquilize my storming soul. Miraculously, the answer that I had been so desperately seeking had been with me all this time. Faith. I needed to believe in something. I needed to have faith and restore my confidence by channeling my faith into something positive. Thats when I found the miracles of religion. It allowed me to believe again.
When everything crumbles around you and hope seems like a joke out of a book, the only way to pick yourself up would be by restoring all the lost faith in life. I have to admit that when I was so hopelessly embroiled and entangled in such mentally harassing and anxious affairs, I felt that there was absolutely no point in pursuing life. Destitute and deserted, nothing seemed important and I begin to live life like a walking corpse. Void of all emotion, I was a shell of my existence. I picked myself up as I recollected my thoughts and gathered my faith. With this newfound strength I started believing in life, it gave me strength to see why life persists.
I eventually gave myself to believing life. I sustained from falling off the brink it the eternal pit of despair. Picking myself up wasn’t at all in the least easy but I am eternally grateful for what faith has helped restore within me. Virtues, strength and most essentially life….
