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?
