There are hundreds of faiths that are known to men nowadays, and it plays a major position in every race, nation and mostly individual, shaping a character and identity. But how much are they practiced? Does being too religious means striving for perfection and happiness? Or being more distant to others who do not share the same belief? How much does our religion contribute in shaping us being a better person? Have we ever questioned the world on facts out of our own conscience and understanding? Are we already content to what we believed and taught to us since we’re kids? How much do we really know?
There are thousands of religious practices in the world and most people are considering it a fraction of their lives. Some are devoted and the others are not. But how can we distinguish the sincerity and single out the indolence?
Sacredly doing things from what we believe may bring peace and a sense of perfection in our existence. But from this, do we underline ourselves from others who are doing differently? Are we seeing them as unlikely by admonishing their faults and proving ourselves spotless? How do we really see them beyond the boundaries of our faith?
As we sharpened our subsistence and remain valid in the society, we might have also barbed our insights limited to what we only perceive. How long do we remain centered in our lives without crossing the edge of our practices and examine what those are outside? Are we strong enough to understand and accept? Or perplexed to be shaken from our faith and lose ourselves? Your faith does really lie where?
The world is big enough for us to understand. But while we are sitting on our couch, watching the changes, the happenings and witnessing earth’s episodes in our eyes, our own world is exactly where we are placed. With our family, friends or even alone, we stretch our life to what we have for that moment. Are we also seeing others strangely? Do we remain intact to ourselves, preserving our virtues yet being unmindful to those who are improbable to our society, community or even family?
Can we afford to look into anyone’s eyes with understanding and compassion, and not seeing them through the sharp tongues of bigotry and hate of the others? How much do we sharpen the edge of our grounds? As we try to cross over our borderline, does it wound us?
Monday, December 1, 2008
Wednesday, November 12, 2008
Care As I Imagined
The capacity to care is what gives life its greatest significance*. The selfless attitude should dwell in every hearts and minds no matter what situation may bring into a cause, to risk for someone is a priceless magnitude of compassion. To listen hardly, patiently and unconditionally without foreseeing anything in return, for human drama is inevitable by facts.
But sometimes, no matter how much you care, some people don't care back. They only exist when there's a need on the hand, and the need is for you to perfect and fulfill. Once granted you are back to being a stranger again, and there is no mental picture of when you will be discerned next... just grab the false hope and trash the feelings later.
Once you cared though, some people drag your soul as if you owe them all the cares in the world. They often fail to recall that you too have your own life to preserve, to direct and to foster. They refuse to habituate things they cannot accept, what vital is that the bliss is for them to sum, and just for you to applaud.
Caring should not be less expressed or overdone, it also has its proper gauge. It also has the right perspective to whom it should be given completely, and to whom it should be half-shared...no matter how people responds to it.
To please everyone is unimaginable thought and to lose track of your purpose just to keep this insensitive idea will only lead to a hapless reality that you really cannot make it and no one will.
The strength of any soul is not shaped to make a change that will only last in hours or minutes. It is made to root life to endure, even if there is nothing else to keep, and no one left to be with.
But sometimes, no matter how much you care, some people don't care back. They only exist when there's a need on the hand, and the need is for you to perfect and fulfill. Once granted you are back to being a stranger again, and there is no mental picture of when you will be discerned next... just grab the false hope and trash the feelings later.
Once you cared though, some people drag your soul as if you owe them all the cares in the world. They often fail to recall that you too have your own life to preserve, to direct and to foster. They refuse to habituate things they cannot accept, what vital is that the bliss is for them to sum, and just for you to applaud.
Caring should not be less expressed or overdone, it also has its proper gauge. It also has the right perspective to whom it should be given completely, and to whom it should be half-shared...no matter how people responds to it.
To please everyone is unimaginable thought and to lose track of your purpose just to keep this insensitive idea will only lead to a hapless reality that you really cannot make it and no one will.
The strength of any soul is not shaped to make a change that will only last in hours or minutes. It is made to root life to endure, even if there is nothing else to keep, and no one left to be with.
The Sharp Edge of Life
Are we mice or are we men? Are we wimps or are we women?** Only in the obscurity of life when we see that beacon of hope, a flare that help us realize the revealed truth of our existence.
The reality of our humanity is ill-treated, un-orthodoxed. Exploited, not benefited. Answers are given when the world is hated, and there are crystals waiting to be redeemed and discovered.
We did not start standing in the podium of pride divulging our identity, intelligence and abundance, nor will even end-up in a mortified condition of self-pity. When we came to our senses, we are the arresting figure of our own choice.
The calibration of our performance is not judged in the human eye, but only in the fathom of the Divine.
The reality of our humanity is ill-treated, un-orthodoxed. Exploited, not benefited. Answers are given when the world is hated, and there are crystals waiting to be redeemed and discovered.
We did not start standing in the podium of pride divulging our identity, intelligence and abundance, nor will even end-up in a mortified condition of self-pity. When we came to our senses, we are the arresting figure of our own choice.
The calibration of our performance is not judged in the human eye, but only in the fathom of the Divine.
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